I know there are those who ask:
Why does he notsing with the same wild harmonies as before?
But they have not seen the labors of an hourthe work of a minute, the prodigies of a year.
I am an aged tree that, when I was growing.uttered a vague, sweet sound when the breeze caressed me.
The time for youthful smiles has now passed by:now, let the hurricane swirl my heart to song!
