It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.

All Life needs for life is possible to will.

As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

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

All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.

Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.