O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure
Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.
Time can make soft that iron wood.
l am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.