Proud Maisie is in the wood,
Walking so early;
Sweet Robin sits on the bush,
Singing so rarely.
“tell me ,thou bonny bird,
when shall I marry me?“
-“when six braw gentlemen
kirkward shall carry ye.“
“who makes the bridal bed,
birdie, say truly?“
-“The gray-headed sexton
That delves the grave duly.
“The glowworm o‘er grave and stone
Shall light thee steady;
The owl from the steeple sing,
Welcome, proud lady.
Richard Henry Stoddard
There are gains for all our losses.
There are balms for all our pain:
But when youth, the dream, departs
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.
We are stronger, and are better,
Under manhood's sterner reign:
Still we feel that something sweet
Followed youth, with flying feet,
And will never come again.
Something beautiful is vanished,
And we sigh for it in vain;
We behold it everywhere,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again!
If you fall in love when you are young
Please -- be kind to him
No matter how long or short you share your hearts
If your feelings may continue, then
Every moment will be peerless perfection
If you must leave, still bid her fond farewell
And be thankful in your heart
For the memories he left you
When you are older, you will realize
At the instant when you suddenly recall those moments
That youth without resentment is without any regret
Just like the aged moon gracing the hills with quiet clarity