when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time, forever and ever.

Who are you, a hundred years from today, reading my poetry with curiosity?

Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.