The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.

Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.

Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.

I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there.

Only the drum is confident, it thinks the world has not changed

Truly men hate the truth; they'd liefer meet a tiger on the road.

The tides are in our veins.