If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.

All Life needs for life is possible to will.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.