The shapes of things to come A symphony of sorrowful songs From the weary essence of things Rises a new born sun My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night But, ah my foes and oh, my friends It gives a lovely light! Safe upon the solid rock The ugly houses stands Come and see my shining palace Built upon the sand The secret passion glows A fresh draught from the font of universal light The cloudy essence of dreams Within the beau of aroused Youth Reflections of the past Whoever says the truth shall die! The unresting essence of love Ordains: What rises must decline!