There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.

In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and rain and gold There shone one woman, and none but she.

Let weakness learn meekness.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.