The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.

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.

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried

So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight