And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago. ("The Key-Note")

My heart is breaking for a little love

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.