Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
Smiling the boy fell dead.