Won't you come into the garden ? I would like my roses to see you...

Others are bound to have
What we are bound to lose.
Others are apt to find
what in our discoveries
Was found, or not found,
In accord with Destiny.

But what they cannot have
Is the Magic of the Faraway
Which makes it history.
For this reason their glory
Is a tempered brilliance, given
By a borrowed light.