Adelaide Proctor Quotes

See how time makes all grief decay.

Dreams grow holy put in action work grows fair through starry dreaming. But where each flows on unmingling both are fruitless and in vain.

No star is ever lost we once have seen We always may be what we might have been.

I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet.

One by one the sands are flowing One by one the moments fall Some are coming some are going Do not strive to grasp them all.