I Lady And Queen And Mystery Manifold And Very Regent Of The Untroubled Sky, Whom In A Dream St. Hilda Did Behold And Heard A Woodland Music Passing By: You Shall Receive Me When The Clouds Are High With Evening And The Sheep Attain The Fold. This Is The Faith That I Have Held And Hold, And This Is That In Which I Mean To Die. Ii Steep Are The Seas And Savaging And Cold In Broken Waters Terrible To Try; And Vast Against The Winter Night The Wold, And Harbourless For Any Sail To Lie. But You Shall Lead Me To The Lights, And I Shall Hymn You In A Harbour Story Told. This Is The Faith That I Have Held And Hold, And This Is That In Which I Mean To Die. Iii Help Of The Half-Defeated, House Of Gold, Shrine Of The Sword, And Tower Of Ivory; Splendour Apart, Supreme And Aureoled, The Battler'S Vision And The World'S Reply. You Shall Restore Me, O My Last Ally, To Vengence And The Glories Of The Bold. This Is The Faith That I Have Held And Hold, And This Is That In Which I Mean To Die. Envoi Prince Of The Degradations, Bought And Sold, These Verses, Written In Your Crumbling Sty, Proclaim The Faith That I Have Held And Hold And Publish That In Which I Mean To Die.