For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

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")

Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.

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

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.

My heart is breaking for a little love