My heart is like a singing bird.
Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.
Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.
Flowers preach to us if we will hear.
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
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.