Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
๏ปฟThe wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.
Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.