And the Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.
