Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.
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.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence, but in the mastery, of his passions.
The war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battleflags were furl'd In the parliament of man, the federation of the world.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Marriages are made in Heaven.