"Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay! She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away."

"Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men."

"No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone, corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness. Think of me as w…"

"Out of the city, far away With spring to-day! Where copses tufted with primrose Give me repose, Wood-sorrel and wild …"

"Winds and waters keep A hush more dead than any sleep."

"Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt."

"Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!"

"Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead."

"Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring Lies open, writ in blossoms."

"They said: "She dwelleth in some place apart, Immortal Truth, within whose eyes Who looks may find the secret of the …"