Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me

THOUGH you are in your shining days, Voices among the crowd And new friends busy with your praise, Be not unkind or proud, But think about old friends the most: Time's bitter flood will rise, Your beauty perish and be lost For all eyes but these eyes.

What's memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink?

I have nothing more to give you than my heart. Spanish saying Hearts are not to be had as a gift hearts are to be earned.

What can I but enumerate old themes?

Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.