All The Little Emptiness Of Love!

And I Shall Find Some Girl Perhaps, And A Better One Than You, With Eyes As Wise, But Kindlier, And Lips As Soft, But True, And I Dare Say She Will Do.

I Have Need To Busy My Heart With Quietude.

Hearts At Peace, Under An English Heaven.

But The Best I've Known Stays Here, And Changes, Breaks, Grows Old, Is Blown About The Winds Of The World, And Fades From Brains Of Living Men, And Dies.

The Worst Of Slaves Is He Whom Passion Rules.