Death Is Life's High Meed.

O Aching Time! O Moments Big As Years!

The Poppies Hung Dew-dabbled On Their Stalks.

Thou Foster-child Of Silence And Slow Time.

Give Me Books, French Wine, Fruit, Fine Weather And A Little Music Played Out Of Doors By Somebody I Do Not Know.

To Stay Youthful, Stay Useful.