“Oh it but sets me dreaming Of happy days now gone. There in its clear reflection, As in a wizard’s glass, Lost hopes and dead affection, Like shades, before me pass.”
(Th. Moore in Take hence the bowl) Liège-Chênée (B)
“Essen, trinken, das erhält den Leib ‘s ist doch mein liebster Zeitvertreib, das Essen und Trinken. Labt mich Speis und Trank nicht mehr, dann ade, dann Welt, gute Nacht!”
“A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light, And closed them beneath the kisses of night.”
