And may you happy live, And long us bless.

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

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago

All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.

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

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

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