“And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying”

“Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their head, The wind is passing by.”

“Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.”

“Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.”

“Then a hundred sad voices lifted a wail,And a hundred glad voices piped on the gale:'Time is short, life is short,' they took up the tale: 'Life is sweet, love is sweet, use to-day while you may;Love is sweet, and to-morrow may fail; Love is sweet, use to-day.”

“Ah me, but where are now the songs I sangWhen life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?”

“All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.”