So Mayst Thou Live, Dear! Many Years,

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow, Hard And Cold!

How Bravely Autumn Paints Upon The Sky The Gorgeous Fame Of Summer Which Is Fled!

Our Very Hopes Belied Our Fears, Our Fears Our Hopes Belied; We Thought Her Dying When She Slept, And Sleeping When She Died.

The Best Of Friends Fall Out, And So His Teeth Had Done Some Years Ago.

O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That Heaven Upon Earth To The Weary Head.