The Inn of Dreams/The Wings of Fortune
The Wings of Fortune
Fair fortune you are wild and coy, Fickle, mysterious, and shy . . .And so we lost you, Love and I! And now, at last, because we find Your golden footprints, Love the boy, Dreams you are near . . . but Love is blind! Yet, surely Sorrow's arms unwind From this tired heart, and dark distress Fades softly . . . softly from the world:And in Hope's silver sky unfurled, I see the banners of delight!And the grey heaven of life grows bright With the red dawn of happiness . . . As with a laughing look Love flings His heavy crown of thorns away . . .Fair fortune, you are wild and coy, And ah! I fear you will not stay. But Love has caught you by the wings . . .And radiant as Eurydice By her brave poet's song set free, I rush into the arms of joy!