But is there any comfort to be found? Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say? - William Butler Yeats

God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone.

It is a hard service they take that help me. Many that are red-cheeked now will be pale-cheeked; many that have been free to walk the hills and the bogs and the rushes will be sent to walk hard streets in far countries; many a good plan will be broken; many that have gathered money will not stay to spend it; many a child will be born, and there will be no father at its christening to give it a name. They that had red cheeks will have pale cheeks for my sake; and for all that, they will think they are well paid.

Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.