He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.
Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found.