The Air Is Full Of Farewells To

The Things That Have Been And Shall Be No More, The Things That Are, And That Hereafter Shall Be, The Things That Might Have Been, And Yet Were Not, The Fading Twilight Of Joys Departed.

None But Yourself Who Are Your Greatest Foe.

Gone Are The Birds That Were Our Summer Guests.

The Twilight Is Sad And Cloudy, The Wind Blows Wild And Free, And Like The Wings Of Sea-birds Flash The White Caps Of The Sea.

The Wreck Of The Hesperus But The Father Answered Never A Word, A Frozen Corpse Was He.