From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and
that is eternity.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and
that is eternity.

And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can read more

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.

That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.

That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.

The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but read more

The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
In sorrow.

This speck of life in time's great wilderness
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, read more

This speck of life in time's great wilderness
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future, two eternities!

I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. read more

I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless.

I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, read more

I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it.

The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity.

The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity.