From too much love of livingFrom hope and fear set free,We thank with brief thanksgivingWhatever gods may beThat no life lives for ever;That dead men rise up never;That even the weariest riverWinds somewhere safe to...

Today will die tomorrow.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apartFlesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

Save his own soul he hath no star.

Before the beginning of yearsThere came to the making of manTime, with a gift of tears;Grief, with a glass that ran;Pleasure, with pain for leaven;Summer, with flowers that fell;Remembrance, fallen from heaven,And madness risen from...

For till the thunder and trumpet be,Soul may divide from body, but not weOne from another

Pero ahora, tú eres dos, tú estás partida en dos, carne de su carne, pero corazón de mi corazón.

And a bird overhead sang Follow, And a bird to the right sang Here;And the arch of the leaves was hollow, And the meaning of May was clear.