O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?
Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!
Make not thyself the judge of any man.
Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.
Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.
All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.