And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.