Here at the quiet limit of the world.
And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
Life is brief but love is LONG .
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.