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

The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.

One day in the country Is worth a month in town

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.