What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow : What are brief? to-day and to-morrow : What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth: What are deep? the ocean and truth.

Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire : Strike a flint, and forthwith flash out sparks of fire.

There is but one May in the year,
And sometimes May is wet and cold;
There is but one May in the year
Before the year grows old.

Yet though it be the chilliest May,

With least of sun and most of showers, Its wind and dew, its night and day, Bring up the flowers.

The summer nights are short
Where northern days are long :
For hours and hours lark after lark
Trills out his song.

The summer days are short

Where southern nights are long : Yet short the night when nightingales Trill out their song.

And June

Must follow soon:

Stay, June, stay!

If only we could stop the moon And June!