Lord I do fear / Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.
Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!
The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide.
Night falls fast. Today is in the past.
pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.
But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine.