The day has past, I never may return; Twelve circling years have run since first I came And kindled the pure truth of friendship's flame; Alone remain these ashes in the urn,— Vainly for light the taper may I turn,— Thy hand is closed, as for these years, the same, And for the substance nought is but the name; No more hope, no more a ray to...Learn More

Hearts of eternity, hearts of the deep! Proclaim from land to sea your mighty fate; How that for you no living comes too late, How ye cannot in Theban labyrinth creep, How ye great harvests from small surface reap. Shout, excellent band, in grand primeval strain, Like midnight winds that foam along the main, And do all things rather than pause to...Learn More