"Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more."
"Let me go: take back thy gift:Why should a man desire in any wayTo vary from the kindly race of men,Or pass beyond the goal of ordinanceWhere all should pause, as is most meet for all?...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears,And make me tremble lest a saying learnt,In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true?‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’- Tithonus"
"HopeSmiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'..."
"HopeSmiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'..."
"I remainMistress of mine own self and mine own soul"
"HopeSmiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'..."