Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.

The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.

And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.