What Is A Day To An Immortal

When Friends Are At Your Hearthside Met, Sweet Courtesy Has Done Its Most If You Have Made Each Guest Forget That He Himself Is Not The Host.

Day Is A Snow-white Dove Of Heaven That From The East Glad Message Brings. Night Is A Stealthy, Evil Raven, Wrapped To The Eyes In His Black Wings.

True Art Selects And Paraphrases, But Seldom Gives A Verbatim Translation.

After A Debauch Of Thunder-shower, The Weather Takes The Pledge And Signs It With A Rainbow.

That Was Indeed To Live -- At One Bold Swoop To Wrest From Darkling Death The Best That Death To Life Can Give.