Ah Me, But Where Are Now The

All Earth's Full Rivers Can Not Fillthe Sea That Drinking Thirsteth Still.

Hope Dead Lives Nevermore, No, Not In Heaven.

There Is No Time Like Spring When Life's Alive In Everything, Before New Nestlings Sing, Before Cleft Swallows Speed Their Journey Back Along The Trackless Track.

The Rose Saith In The Dewy Morn, I Am Most Fair; Yet All My Loveliness Is Born Upon A Thorn.

Rest, Rest At The Heart's Core . . . Till Joy Shall Overtake.