Maker-of-Sevens in the scheme of thingsFrom earth to star;Thy cycle holds whatever is fate, andOver the border the bar.Though rank and fierce the marinerSailing the seven seas,He prays, as he holds his glass to his eyes,Coaxing the Pleiades.
I cannot love them; and I feel your gladChiding from the grave,That my all was only worth at all, whatJoy to you it gave.These seven links the Law compelledFor the human chain —I cannot love them; and you, oh,Seven-fold months in Flanders slain!
A jungle there, a cave here, bred sixAnd a million years,Sure and strong, mate for mate, suchLove as culture f