Maxioms by Conrad Aiken
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely read more
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.
And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight To divide us read more
And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight To divide us forever.
