Years Steal Fire From The Mind As

Yet I Did Love Thee To The Last, As Ferverently As Thou, Who Didst Not Change Through All The Past, And Canst Not Alter Now.

Sleep Hath Its Own World, And The Wide Realm Of Wild Reality.

Constancy... That Small Change Of Love, Which People Exact So Rigidly, Receive In Such Counterfeit Coin, And Repay In Baser Metal.

Heaven Gives Its Favourites-early Death.

A Rose With All Its Sweetest Leaves Yet Folded.