“My candle burns at both ends;It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—It gives a lovely light!”

“But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach,And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling,The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake,Broad field, bright flower, and the long white roadA gateless garden, and an open path:My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.”

“Ah, I could lay me down in this long grassAnd close my eyes, and let the quiet windBlow over me”

“And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with youall through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed,Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?-And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?”

“My heart is warm with the friends I make,And better friends I'll not be knowing,Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,No matter where it's going.”

“After all, my erstwhile dear,My no longer cherished,Need we say it was not love,Just because it perished?”

“Night falls fast.Today is in the past.Blown from the dark hill hither to my doorThree flakes, then fourArrive, then many more.”