Love storng as death is dead
Come let us make his bed
Among the dying flowers;
A green turf at his head;
And a stone at his feet,
Where on we may sit
In the quiet evening hours.


In the forgeten days of sunny April-
Through the forest path,
He Comes, comes, ever comes.
In the rainy of July night on the
Thundering charriot of cloud
He comes, comes, ever comes.
 

We are not sure of sorrow,
And joy was naver sure,
Today will die tomorrow,
Time Stop to no man's lure,
And, love, grown faint and fretful
With lips but half regretful
Shighs, and with eyes for getful
weeps that no loves endure.


It was many and many a years ago
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annable Lee;
And this madien she lived with no other through
Than to lovbe and be loved by me.


I am only Rajib-
As you can see
I can laugh Ha! Ha! Ha!
I know so did you.
Life is but a dream,
How I wonder what you are!
Come again another day.
Never show your face agai?
Are you sleeping?
Mornning bells are ringing,
Can you tell?

 
I any way you like,
but first catch me, The real me.
Be of good cheer my dear
Crito and say that you are burying my body only,
and do with whatever is usual and
what you think best.


It takes courage to answer a call
It takes courge to give your all
It takes courage to risk your name,
It takes courage to be troue...
To be ready to stake
For another man's sake,
It takes courage to be true...


After my dath
Please,don't cry
Don't say any word of emotion
just pray to my soul
When you come in my grave
Don't be gloomy,
Because, I'm in your mind.
All day, all time, all life.
When you remember me
Don't feel sorrow, 
Just love me always
Because, I'm Sleeping in you.


You can buy gifts but not love.
You can pretend smile but not happy.
You can tell lie others but not self.
You may many good friends
but not good as me.


Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls pick them every one,
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to youngman every one.
Where have all the youngman gone?
Gone for soldiers every one
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyard every one.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?


As creation as stars at night.
Ordawn after dakness.
Inherent as the life of the blowing grass
whatever your despair or your trustration
This too, will pass.
 

Tell them that God bids us do good for evil.
And thus I clothe my naked villainity
with add old end's stoln froth of holy write.
And seem a saint when most I play the debil.
Any one must see at a glance
That if men and women marry those
Whom they do not love,
The must love those whom
They do not marry.
 

Among the windings of the Violins
And the aricttes
of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom beings
Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own
Capricious monotone
That is at least ont definite false note.
 

My good blade carves the casques of men
My tough lance thursteth sure
My strenght is the strenght of ten
Because my heart is pure.


If you think, you are beaten you are
If you think, you dare not, you don't
If you think to win, but think you can't
It's almost a cinch you won't
if you think you'll lose, you're lost,
For out in the world we find...
Success begins with a fellows will,
Its all in a state of mind.
Life's battles don't always go to the
stronger or faster man
But sooner or later
The man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can


When night is almost done,
And sunrise grows so near
That we can tuch the spaces
It's time to smooth the hair .


When we finally say good night
How I will hate going out in the strom,
But if you really hold me light
All the way home I will bw warm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home I will be warm.


Down the way
Where the nights but I'm sad
to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day...


I offen see flowers from a passing car
That are gone before I can tell what they are.
I want to get out of the train and go back
To see what they were beside the track...
Heaven gives it's glimses only to those
Not in position to look too close


You promise heavens free from strife,
Pure truth and perfect change of will,
But sweet,sweet is  this human life,
So sweet,I fain would breathe it still,
You chilly stars I can forgo,
This warm kind world is all I know.


Whose woods those are t think t know,
His houce is  is in the village though,
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.


We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills we will climb
Where the seasons out of time.


Precious baby sweetly sleep
Sleep in peace,
Sleep in comfort slumber deep
I will rock you.
Rock you,rock you,rock you.


Old friend what are you looking for?
After those many years abroad you come
With images you tended
Under foreign skics
For away from your own land.


Ring a ring O'rose
A pocket full of poises
Atishoo! Atishoo!
We all fall down.


The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.


When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nidding the fire,take down this book,
And slowly read,and dream off the soft look
You eyes had once,and off their shadows deep.


Remember me when I am gone away
Gone far away into the Silent land
When you can no more hold me by the hand.
She was my north,my south,my east and
west,my midnight,my talk my song I
Though that love would last for ever.


I am nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody,too?
Then there's a pair of us don't tell!
The'd banish us,you know
How dreary to be somebody!
How public,like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
I am nobody!Who are you?
Are you nobody,too?


She should never have looked at me,
If she meant I should not love her!
There are plenty...men you call such,
I suppose...she may discover
All her soul to,if she pleases,
And yet leave much as she found them:
But I"m not so,and she knew it
When she fixed me,glncing round them.


In such a night as this,
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees,
And they did make no noise,in such a night
Troilus metthinks mounted the troyen walls
And sighed his soul toward the Grecian tents,
Where Cressid lay that night.


Blow gently over my garden
Wind of the southern sea.
In the hour my love cometh
And calleth me.


These pools that,though in forests still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them,chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on


When I was just as far as I could walk
From here to-day,
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head against a flower
I heard you talk.
Don't say I didn't for I heard you say-
Do you remember what it was you said?
First tell me what it was you thought you heard.


You know Orion always comes up sideways.
Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,
And rising on his hands,he looks in on me
Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something
I should have done by daylight,and indeed,...


I know they do not know, but I
who have followed so many times
the road from the murderer to the murdered
from the murdered to the punishmint
and from the punishment to the other murder, groping
the inexhaustible purple
that night of homecoming
when the Furies began to whistle
in the spares grass--
I saw snakes crossed with vipers Entained on the Vile Generation
our destiny.