Today will die tomorrow.

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease.

On the mountains of memory by the world's wellsprings, in all man's eyes, where the light of life of him is on all past things, death only dies.

Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.

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.

Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?

Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.