“song of elli (old age)"What is plucked will grow again,What is slain lives on,What is stolen will remainWhat is gone is gone...What is sea-born dies on land,Soft is trod upon.What is given burns the hand -What is gone is gone...Here is there, and high is low;All may be undone.What is true, no two men know -What is gone is gone...Who has choices need not choose.We must, who have none.We can love but what we lose -What is gone is gone.”
“What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.”
“Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose-- What is gone is gone.”
“Who knows what's for true once a time is past? There's no way to prove how something was that's gone. And if a time is gone, what does it matter? It's all rain into rivers now.”
“These enthusiasts often like to hang signs that say "Gone Fishin'" or "Gone Huntin'". But what these slogans really mean is "Gone Killing.”
“Few of us ever live in the present. We are forever anticipating what is to come or remembering what has gone.”