Do not stand at my grave and weep, / I am not there; I do not sleep. / I am a thousand winds that blow, / I am the diamond glints on snow, / I am the sun on ripened grain, / I am the gentle autumn rain. / When you awaken in the morning’s hush / I am the swift uplifting rush / Of quiet birds in circling flight. / I am the soft star-shine at night. / Do not stand at my grave and cry, / I am not there; I did not die. Mary Elizabeth Frye

"While still I may, I write for you / The love I lived, the dream I knew. / From our birthday, until we die, / Is but the winking of an eye; / And we, our singing and our love, / What measurer Time has lit above, / And all benighted things that go / About my table to and fro, / Are passing on to where may be, / In truth's consuming ecstasy, / No place for love and dream at all; / For God goes by with white footfall." W.B. Yeats

"Gaze no more in the bitter glass / The demons, with their subtle guile, / Lift up before us when they pass, / or only gaze a little while; / For there a fatal image grows / That the stormy night receives, / Roots half hidden under snows, / Broken boughs and blackened leaves. / For all things turn to barrenness / In the dim glass the demons hold, / The glass of outer weariness, / Made when God slept in times of old." W.B. Yeats

"Here is the deepest secret nobody knows / (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud / and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows / higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) / and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart / i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)" E.E. Cummings

"She walks in beauty, like the night / Of cloudless climes and starry skies; / And all that's best of dark and bright / Meet in her aspect and her eyes: / Thus mellow'd to that tender light / Which heaven to gaudy day denies." Lord Byron

"A wind has blown the rain away and blown / the sky away and all the leaves away, / and the trees stand. I think i too have known / autumn too long" / E.E. Cummings

"Be still sad heart and cease repining; / Behind the clouds the sun is shining, / Thy fate is the common fate of all, / Into each life a little rain must fall, / Some days must be dark and dreary." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I do not believe that love can save everything / But there is something about your smile / That eased my heart, and in your lips / I found the strength to stand up once more… River, Tatsuya Ishii

What though the radiance that was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. Wordsworth

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, / Enwrought with golden and silver light, / The blue and the dim and the dark cloths / Of night and light and the half-light, / I would spread the cloths under your feet: / But I, being poor, have only my dreams; / I have spread my dreams under your feet, / Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. W.B. Yeats

Listen to the children playing / Listen to the children playing / Listen to the children play in the summer / I’ve got something I should say but it won’t come out my way / Summer’s slipping away, let / me stay in your heart today. Cao Fang

We thank with brief thanksgiving, / Whatever gods may be, / That no life lives forever, / That dead men rise up never, / That even the weariest river, / Winds somewhere safe to sea. Charles Swinburne