To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

"Whither is fled the visionary gleam
Where is it now, the glory and the dream."

"My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!"

"For still, the more he works, the more
Do his weak ankles swell."

"But an old age serene and bright,
And lovely as a Lapland night,
Shall lead thee to thy grave."