And wisest he in this whole wide land
Of hoarding till bent and gray;
For all you read more

And wisest he in this whole wide land
Of hoarding till bent and gray;
For all you can hold in your cold, dead hand
Is what you have given away.
. . . .
He gave with a zest and he gave his best;
Give him the best to come.

Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary;
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Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.

For I verily, absent in body, but present in spirit, have judged
already, as though I were present, concerning read more

For I verily, absent in body, but present in spirit, have judged
already, as though I were present, concerning him that hath so
done this deed, . . .

One rose says more than the dozen

One rose says more than the dozen

Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.

Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.

Everything that is superfluous overflows from the full bosom.
[Lat., Omne supervacuum pleno de pectore manat.]

Everything that is superfluous overflows from the full bosom.
[Lat., Omne supervacuum pleno de pectore manat.]

Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!

Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!

It is not the weight of jewel or plate,
Or the fondle of silk or fur;
"Tis read more

It is not the weight of jewel or plate,
Or the fondle of silk or fur;
"Tis the spirit in which the gift is rich,
As the gifts of the Wise Ones were,
And we are not told whose gift was gold,
Or whose was the gift of myrrh.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my read more

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.