My Heart Is Breaking For A Little

All Things That Pass Are Wisdom's Looking-glass.

Let Bygones Be Bygones.

Where Are The Songs I Used To Know, Where Are The Notes I Used To Sing? I Have Forgotten Everything I Used To Know So Long Ago. ("the Key-note")

As A Tree My Sin Stands To Darken All Lands; Death Is The Fruit It Bore.

Because The Birthday Of My Life Is Come, My Love Is Come To Me.