Farewell -- farewell,For I am weary of the weight of time.

Time drops in decay,Like a candle burnt out,And the mountains and woodsHave their day, have their day;

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?