Youth Wrenches The Sceptre From

'twas Easter-sunday. The Full-blossomed Trees Filled All The Air With Fragrance And With Joy.

Do Not Delay, Do Not Delay: The Golden Moments Fly!

The Spirit-world Around This World Of Sense Floats Like An Atmosphere, And Everywhere Wafts Through These Earthly Mists And Vapours Dense A Vital Breath Of More Ethereal Air.

The Counterfeit And Counterpart Of Nature Is Reproduced In Art.

Take Them, O Death! And Bear Away Whatever Thou Canst Call Thine Own! Thine Image, Stamped Upon This Clay, Doth Give Thee That, But That Alone!