Life Has No Friend.

Pour Away Despair And Rinse The Cup. Eat Happiness Like Bread.

Earth Does Not Understand Her Child, Who From The Loud Gregarious Town Returns, Depleted And Defiled, To The Still Woods, To Fling Him Down.

Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

Ah! Up Then From The Ground Sprang I And Hailed The Earth With Such A Cry As Is Not Heard Save From A Man Who Has Been Dead, And Lives Again. About The Trees My Arms I Wound; Like One Gone Mad I Hugged The Ground; I Raised My Quivering Arms On High; I Laughed And Laughed Into The Sky.

But You Were Something More Than Young And Sweet And Fair, - And The Long Year Remembers You.