To know her was to love her.
When a new book is published, read an old one.
By many a temple half as old as Time.
Gentle to others, to himself severe.
It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else.
Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.