Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.

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

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

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

He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.