I Thought When Love For You Died,

A Kiss Makes The Heart Young Again And Wipes Out The Years.

.. . . Would I Were In Grantchester, In Grantchester!

In Your Arms Was Still Delight, Quiet As A Street At Night; And Thoughts Of You, I Do Remember, Were Green Leaves In A Darkened Chamber, Were Dark Clouds In A Moonless Sky.

Fish Say, They Have Their Stream And Pond; But Is There Anything Beyond?

Youth Is Stranger Than Fiction.