The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered
I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!