" The dreams we loved in early life
May melt like mist away ;
High may seem, 'mid passion's strife,
Like Carthage in decay ;
" And proud hopes in the human heart
May be to ruin hurled.
May melt like mist away ;
High may seem, 'mid passion's strife,
Like Carthage in decay ;
" And proud hopes in the human heart
May be to ruin hurled.
Poe - v08
