Carve not upon a stone when I am dead, The praises which remorseful mourners give; To women's graves - a tardy recompense, But speak them while I liv….

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night!.

I count no more my wasted tears; They left no echo of their fall; I mourn no more my lonesome years; This blessed hour atones for all. I fe….

Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!I am so weary of toil and of tears,-Toil without recompense, tears all in vain!Take them, and give me my….

We do not die with those we mourn..

Unremembered and afar I watched as I watched a star, Through darkness struggling into view And I loved you better than you knew..