While the hours and the years roll by!

We have heard it, we have heard it, but we have not understood,

We must wander on together, you and I.

The wind may beat upon us, the rain may blind our eyes,

The leaves may fall beneath the winter's wing;

But we shall hear the music of the dream that never dies,

And we shall know the secret of the Spring.

We shall know how all the blossoms of evil and of good

Are mingled in the meadows of the sky;

And then—if Death can find us in the heart of the wood—

We shall wander on together, you and I.

[Pg 5]

[Pg 5]

ART

(IMITATED FROM DE BANVILLE AND GAUTIER)

I

Yes! Beauty still rebels!

Our dreams like clouds disperse:

She dwells

In agate, marble, verse.

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