Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.

Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.

Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.