The grass is waking in the ground, / Soon it will rise and blow in waves - / How can it have the heart to sway / Over the graves, / New graves?

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me

look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far