I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

Worthless as wither'd weeds.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.

Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.