We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure.

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

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.

She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.

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

His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.

Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.