When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

Science comforting man's animal poverty and leisuring his toil, hath humanized manners and social temper, and now above her globe-spredd net of speeded intercourse hath outrun all magic, and disclosing the secrecy of the reticent air hath woven a web of invisible strands spiriting the dumb inane with the quick matter of life.

Unto us all our days are love's anniversaries, each one In turn hath ripened something of our happiness.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.

O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.

When Death to either shall come - I pray it be first to me.