Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. Love's pleasure drives his love away, The painter's brush consumes his dreams.

Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.