My strength has the strength of ten because my heart is pure.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through in my garden forever.

I chatter, chatter as I flow to join the brimming river, for men may come and men may go, but I go on for ever.

So runs my dream, but what am I? An infant crying in the night An infant crying for the light And with no language but a cry.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake; So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom, and be lost in me.

A happy bridesmaid makes a happy bride.

Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you. I could walk through my garden forever.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you ... I could walk through my garden forever.

Gone—flitted away, taken the stars from the night and the sun from the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.