Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain,–
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.
The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,–
And that’s the skies!
Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain,–
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.
The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,–
And that’s the skies!
