Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing read more

Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.

For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere read more

For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it comes to light,
In every cranny but the right.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning read more

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

Every day I work so hardBringin' home my hard earned payTry to love you baby, but you push me away.

Every day I work so hardBringin' home my hard earned payTry to love you baby, but you push me away.

One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay read more

One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay is the loss of that most cherished birthright of man's privacy.