"On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Sla…"

"[A]ll lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love."

"On the king’s gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead; And made his eldest son one day Slave…"

"And every bird I ever knew Back and forth in the summer flew; And breezes wafted over me The scent of every flower an…"

"There is nothing so skilful in its own defence as imperious pride. […] Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt;…"

"We have flattered ourselves by inventing proverbs of comparison in matter of blindness,—"blind as a bat," for instanc…"

"Like a blind spinner in the sun, I tread my days; I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways; I know each da…"

"The goldenrod is yellow; The corn is turning brown: The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down."

"Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?"

"When Time is spent, Eternity begins."