Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.
Alfred Lord TennysonOld men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
Alfred Lord TennysonNever, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.
Alfred Lord TennysonOld men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
Alfred Lord Tennyson