Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
Attain the unattainable.
A day may sink or save a realm.
๏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.
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room
A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.