The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.
Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.
Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.
Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
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.
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.