When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy And the dimpling stream runs laughing by, When the air does laugh with our merry wit And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing "about around and underneath" man, except man himself.
Maidens like moths are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
Absence - that common cure of love.
For truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.