In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath

The Malicious Have A Dark Happiness.

Winter Is On My Head, But Eternal Spring Is In My Heart.

Inanimate Objects Sometimes Appear Endowed With A Strange Power Of Sight. A Statue Notices, A Tower Watches, The Face Of An Edifice Contemplates.

Be As A Bird Perched On A Frail Branch That She Feels Bending Beneath Her, Still She Sings Away All The Same, Knowing She Has Wings.

The Wise Man Does Not Grow Old, But Ripens.