A Face To Lose Youth

That's The Wise Thrush; He Sings Each Song Twice Over, Lest You Should Think He Never Could Recapture The First Fine Careless Rapture!

Autumn Wins You Best By This Its Mute Appeal To Sympathy For Its Decay.

All's Love, Yet All's Law.

Silence 'tis Awe Decrees.

When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.