The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while.
The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide.
Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.
But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.
l am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
A grave is such a quiet place.