Truly, This World Can Go On Without

O Lovely River Of Yvette! O Darling River! Like A Bride, Some Dimpled, Bashful, Fair Lisette Thou Goest To Wed The Orge's Tide. O Lovely River Yvette! O Darling Stream! On Balanced Wings The Wood-birds Sang The Chansonnette That Here A Wandering Poet Sings.

In The Life Of Every Man There Are Sudden Transitions Of Feeling, Which Seem Almost Miraculous. At Once, As If Some Magician Had Touched The Heavens And The Earth, The Dark Clouds Melt Into The Air, The Wind Falls, And Serenity Succeeds The Storm. The Causes Which Produce These Changes May Have Been Long At Work Within Us, But The Changes Themselves Are Instantaneous, And Apparently Without Sufficient Cause.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will, And The Thought's Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughhts

The Grave Itself Is But A Covered Bridge, Leading From Light To Light, Through A Brief Darkness!

As I Gaze Upon The Sea! All The Old Romantic Legends, All My Dreams, Come Back To Me.