I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.
Children bring their own love with them when they come.
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.