Life is brief but love is LONG .
Love is the only gold.
The noonday quiet holds the hill.
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.
Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.