Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest read more

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.

Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
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Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
Wears the hours away!
Languidly the Autumn wind
Stirs the forest leaves,
From the field the reapers sing
Binding up their sheaves:
And a proverb haunts my mind
As a spell is cast,
"The mill cannot grind
With the water that is past."

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with read more

Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him.

Don't brood on the past, but don't forget it either.

Don't brood on the past, but don't forget it either.

Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is read more

Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.