No hero is immortal till he dies

But in my arms till break of dayLet the living creature lie,Mortal, guilty, but to meThe entirely beautiful.

I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street.

I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street.

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator; but among those whom I love, I can: all of them can make me laugh.

I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-Second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives; The unmentiona