He caught the flying smile, and blusht, and vow'd
Nor time nor other power, whereto the might
Of love hath yielded and may yield again,
Should alter his.
He caught the flying smile, and blusht, and vow'd
Nor time nor other power, whereto the might
Of love hath yielded and may yield again,
Should alter his.
Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame; A grave to rest in, and a fading name!
The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories