I Came Like Water, And Like Wind

Oh, The Brave Music Of A Distant Drum!

Indeed The Idols I Have Loved So Long, Have Done My Credit In This World Much Wrong; Have Drowned My Glory In A Shallow Cup, And Sold My Reputation For A Song.

Why, All The Saints And Sages Who Discuss'd Of The Two Worlds So Wisely - They Are Thrust Like Foolish Prophets Forth; Their Words To Scorn Are Scattered, And Their Mouths Are Stopped With Dust.

I Wonder What The Vintners Buy One Half So Precious As The Stuff They Sell.

Alas, That Spring Should Vanish With The Rose! That Youths Sweet-scented Manuscript Should Close!