He got ten kisses for one; he was a poet, and was buffeted and kissed, alternately, all his life. But he held what no one could take from him,-the Ring of Fortune, from Dame Fortune ’s golden swan. His thoughts took wings, and flew up and away, like singing butterflies,-the emblem of immortality!
He got ten kisses for one; he was a poet, and was buffeted and kissed, alternately, all his life. But he held what no one could take from him,-the Ring of Fortune, from Dame Fortune ’s golden swan. His thoughts took wings, and flew up and away, like singing butterflies,-the emblem of immortality!