O last regret, regret can die!

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

Silence, beautiful voice.

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

Science grows and Beauty dwindles.

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!