O love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever. - The Brook.

I hold it true,what'er befall;I feel it, when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all. - In Memoriam.

If thou shouldst never see my face again,Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayerThan this world dreams of. - The Passing of Arthur.

I am a part of all that I have met.

Come friends, it's not too late to seek a newer world.