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

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.

How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.