From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.
Alfred Lord TennysonDear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
Alfred Lord TennysonLet me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? ...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? โThe Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.โ - Tithonus
Alfred Lord Tennyson