Who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once.
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
So, fall asleep love, loved by me...for I know love, I am loved by thee.
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.
Love is energy of life.
I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty heart; For remnants of dim love the long disused, And dusty crumblings of romance!
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
Grow old with me the best is yet to come.
Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be.
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!'