I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.
How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.