There grows No herb of help to heal a coward heart.
Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.
In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.
Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.
Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.