  Ah! why have I built my Castle On the shifting golden sand? On the shores of the hungry ocean Instead of the safe highland? I ask myself, and I answer These sands are the sands of youth, And these waves are the surfs of passion Of life,—and of death forsooth! And I know in my heart I'd rather Exist for but one short day Where the breakers of life wash highest, Love, live, and be swept away. |
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