My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.

We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

Far from the world I walk, and from all care.

But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.

The unconquerable pang of despised love.

And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.