Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.