This is forever - In memory of Hans Van Dijk
	Enchanters sit no idle, They sing and play with the world's own thought, Yet work on book and bridle, Which they with magic have bought. Dreamers and artists alone know for sure, They dream and create the world's tales, All of them with hearts so pure: They know the secret of life which sails. Here is there tale to you : Like magic dreams, Flown to far away, For memory's remembrance. Far, like those dreams, All sought forever, over Time's sweetened silence; Through all that was found but lost at last, All seek it stillˇ­ I sought not as you did, Nor you as I. I sought under frost and under grass Behind the stars, the night! And over mountain and hill and plain, But as it is it shall remain, Forever. I know a place Of budding power Of flowering dreams. It lies behind the forests And over those hills. Follow the stream, And you shall see; Pass through the mists of eternity. Like shadows vanish Before a morning sun, Like snow melts Under that same lightˇ­ So it goes, But it is here now: This is forever.

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