He is all fault who has no fault at all.

As the husband is, the wife is.

The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.

But while I breathe Heaven's air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.