If Thou Must Love Me, Let It

Measure Not The Work Until The Day's Out And The Labor Done.

The Little Cares That Fretted Me, I Lost Them Yesterday Among The Fields Above The Sea, Among The Winds At Play.

If You Desire Faith, Then You Have Faith Enough.

Utterance Is The Evidence Of Foregone Study.

In This Abundant Earth No Doubt Is Little Room For Things Worn Out: Disdain Them, Break Them, Throw Them By! And If Before The Days Grew Rough We Once Were Lov'd, Us'd -- Well Enough, I Think, We've Far'd, My Heart And I.