Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.
Stop and consider! life is but a day
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.
I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.