And woe succeeds woe.
There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the loverโs whisper, irresistibleโmagic to make the sanest man go mad.
It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.
The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.
Have patience, heart.
Everything flows and nothing stays.