Our way is where God knows And Love knows where: We are in Love's hand to-day. - Algernon Charles Swinburne

Wind is lord and change is sovereign of the strand.

Fierce midnights and famishing morrows,
And the loves that complete and control
All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows
That wear out the soul.

So Tristram looked on Iseult face to face
and knew not, and she knew not. The last time — The last that should be told in any rhyme
Heard anywhere on mouths of singing men
That ever should sing praise of them again;
The last hour of their hurtless hearts at rest,
The last that peace should touch them, breast to breast,
The last that sorrow far from them should sit,
This last was with them, and they knew not it.