And if, indeed, I fail, At least to know the worst is sweet. Defeat means nothing but defeat, No drearier can prevail!
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
I notice where Death has been introduced, he frequently calls, making it desirable to forestall his advances.
I must go in, the fog is rising.