Dreams pass and the the years start to out run you, the delights of youth must be put aside and years pass and the green realms of your younger days are fading.  

Naughty delights and treats are turned aside, the pace of life has changed, but still one can walk in the green realms, and travel lost worlds, awaken old hopes and folly, lets ones heart race at the suggestion of a kiss, still to dream dreams
  • Dim vales—and shadowy floods— And cloudy-looking woods,
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