It was difficult, although not as difficult as we had expected.

But there are accents sweeter far When Love leaps down our evening star , Holds back the blighting wings of Time, Melts with his breath the crusty rime

By every vessel he wrote; he wrote as he gave and as he loved, in full-handed, full-hearted plenitude.

For this we must turn to speculations such as those offered in connection with U and non-U English.