The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.

I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.

And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease; This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well; And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.

Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.

The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.