Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

The white flower of a blameless life.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

Life is brief but love is LONG .