All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.
If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.
So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!
The world and life's too big to pass for a dream
What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.