A serious house on serious earth it is,... In whose blend air all our compulsions meet,... Are recognized, and robed as destinies...

What are days for ?Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in;
Where can we live but days ?

Life is first boredom, then fear.
Whether or not we use it, it goes,
And leaves what something hidden from us chose,
And age, and then the only end of age...