Not a man alive has so much luck that he can play with it.
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
What do we know but that we face one another in this place?
Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes,/And laugh our love away.
I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.
Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.