Time drops in decay,Like a candle burnt out,And the mountains and woodsHave their day, have their day;

The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

Farewell -- farewell,For I am weary of the weight of time.

Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.