"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candleight, will not look the same by day.

What's the best thing in the world ?
Roses ?
Love?
Faith ?
Or...
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth,
not cruel to a friend;
Beauty,
not self-decked and curled
till its pride is over-plain;
Love,
When,
So,
you're loved again.
What's the best ting in the world ?
Roses ?
Love ?
Faith ?
Or -
- Something out of it,
I think...