He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er; New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love--free field--we love but while we may.