“But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.”

Nae man can tether time or tide.

Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!

Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.

But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.

The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.

Anticipation forward points the view.

Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.

If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.

Painters and poets have liberty to lie.

Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.

What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.

Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.

And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation’s path ye gang astray, Implore His counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.

The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever.

Soon is the struggle past, and to the earth, To the eternal sun, I render back These atoms, joined in me for pain and pleasure.

Arrow-swift the present sweepeth, and motionless forever stands the past.

Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.

O that it might remain eternally green, The beautiful time of youthful love.

Be young forever, seasons of the earth.

Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.

I’m a poet, a sad poet, who wrote about her, always and forever.