You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-morrow'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year,- Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be queen o' the May.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

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

And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.

What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?

But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus