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

Silence is more musical than any song.

O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.

Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

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

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.