Still, as I mused, the naked room,The alien firelight died away;And from the midst of cheerless gloomI passed to bright, unclouded day.
Time was awayand somewhere else.
Curse away!And let me tell thee, Beauseant, a wise proverbThe Arabs have,—"Curses are like young chickens,And still come home to roost."edward bulwer-lytton
If thou would'st have me sing and playAs once I play'd and sung,First take this time-worn lute away,And bring one freshly strung.thomas moore