Would You Have Your Songs Endure? Build

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!

Graved Inside Of It, "italy".

The Moment Eternal - Just That And No More - When Ecstasy's Utmost We Clutch At The Core While Cheeks Burn, Arms Open, Eyes Shut, And Lips Meet!

Desire Joy And Thank God For It. Renounce It, If Need Be, For Other's Sake. That's Joy Beyond Joy.