Land of Hearts Desire, Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, Time an endless song.
Land of Hearts Desire.
Note 1. See FitzGerald: Omar Khayyám. Rubaiyat, lxxiii. Ah Love! could Thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would we not shatter it to bitsand then Re-mould it nearer to the Hearts Desire! [back]