“Some task of grandeur symbol yet be done, Not unworthy men that strove for tutelary, The stars begin to twinkle from boulders afar, Is that the demise of an allure on the horizon?
What was once a fiery passion of desire? Procured in the end with passionate love, Once flaming red fervent orange propensity, Thunder and the sunshine cloudless all above,
You can find pleasure in the waves of the sea, If you refuse to let a friendship of love perish, Then there is still hope that the love will live on, But will it be of one or of both the past spirits,