Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.
It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.
My heart is breaking for a little love
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.