What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.

When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door.

But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.

I love thee for a heart that’s kind--not for the knowledge in thy mind.

Peace to these little broken leaves, That strew our common ground; That chase their tails, like silly dogs, As they go round and round. For though in winter boughs are bare, Let us not once forget Their summer glory, when these leaves Caught the great Sun in their strong net; And made him, in the lower air, Tremble - no bigger than a star!

As long as I love Beauty I am young.

And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long - The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.