The House …She lays her beams in music, In music every ore, To the candence of the whirling world Which dances round the sun- That so they shall not be displaced By lapses or by wars, But for the love of happy souls Out live the newest stars.
The House …She lays her beams in music, In music every ore, To the candence of the whirling world Which dances round the sun- That so they shall not be displaced By lapses or by wars, But for the love of happy souls Out live the newest stars.