And In My Flower-beds, I Think, Smile

And In My Flower-beds, I Think, Smile The Carnation And The Pink.

A Kiss Makes The Heart Young Again And Wipes Out The Years.

Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire Of Watching For You; And Swing Me Suddenly Into The Shade And Loneliness And Mire Of The Last Land!

Just Now The Lilac Is In Bloom All Before My Little Room.

I Have Been So Great A Lover: Filled My Days So Proudly With The Splendour Of Love's Praise, The Pain, The Calm, And The Astonishment, Desire Illimitable, And Silent Content, And All Dear Names Men Use, To Cheat Despair, For The Perplexed And Viewless Streams That Bear Our Hearts At Random Down The Dark Of Life.