Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.

She cried, "Laura," up the garden, "Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices Squeezed from goblin fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin dew. Eat me, drink me, love me; Laura, make much of me; For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with goblin merchant men.

Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.

It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.

Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.