“They are not long, the days of wine and roses:Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for awhile, then closesWithin a dream.”
“They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,Love and desire and hate:I think they have no portion in us afterWe pass the gate.They are not long, the days of wine and roses:Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for a while, then closesWithin a dream”
“Far over misty mountains coldTo dungeons deep and caverns oldWe must away, ere break of day,To find our long-forgotten gold.”
“And jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops...”
“For the first forty days a childis given dreams of previous lives. Journeys, winding paths, a hundred small lessons and then the past is erased.”
“If dreams were wine, you'd be a sot.”