Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds

The Truth Is, We Like To Talk Over Our Disasters, Because They Are Ours; And Others Like To Listen, Because They Are Not Theirs.

Experience Teaches, It Is True; But She Never Teaches In Time.

We Might Have Been - These Are But Common Words, And Yet They Make The Sum Of Life's Bewailing.

The Wind Has A Language, I Would I Could Learn! Sometimes 'tis Soothing, And Sometimes 'tis Stern, Sometimes It Comes Like A Low Sweet Song, And All Things Grow Calm, As The Sound Floats Along, And The Forest Is Lull'd By The Dreamy Strain, And Slumber Sinks Down On The Wandering Main, And Its Crystal Arms Are Folded In Rest, And The Tall Ship Sleeps On Its Heaving Breast.

My Tears Are Buried In My Heart, Like Cave-locked Fountains Sleeping.