I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, yo >>
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake b >>
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down t >>
Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousne >>
For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. >>
The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living. >>
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.