Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me.

Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.

I think I never passed so sad an hour, Dear friend, as that one at the church to-night. The edifice from basement to the tower Was one resplendent blaze of coloured light.

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden rod, and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful Land Of Nod.

No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.

With care, and skill, and cunning art, She parried Time's malicious dart, And kept the years at bay, Till passion entered in her heart and aged her in a day!

... love moves the world along.