There Was A Door To Which I

Tomorrow! - Why, Tomorrow I May Be Myself With Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.

The Rose That Once Has Bloomed Forever Dies.

Up From Earth's Centre Through The Seventh Gate Rose, And On The Throne Of Saturn Sate; And Many A Knot Unravel'd By The Road; But Not The Master-knot Of Human Fate.

I Hide My Distress, Just Likethe Blessed Birds Hide Themselveswhen They Are Preparing To Die. Wine! Wine, Roses, Music And Yourindifference To My Sadness, My Loved-one!

The Wine-cup Is The Little Silver Well, Where Truth, If Truth There Be, Doth Dwell.