He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.

This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.

Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

A day may sink or save a realm.

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

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.