I Fall Asleep I fall asleep in the full and certain hope That my slumber shall not be broken; And that though I be all-forgetting, Yet shall I not be forgotten, But continue that life in the thoughts and deeds of those I loved. Samuel Butler Iconoclastic Victorian author (1835 – 1902)
Leisure What is life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows No time to see when woods we pass Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass No time to see, in broad daylight Streams full […]
My True Love Hath My Heart My true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given. I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss; There never was a better bargain driven. His heart in me keeps him and me in one; My heart in him his […]
Peace My Heart Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be […]
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Jan
Jan
She Is Gone (Remember Me) You can shed tears that she is gone, Or you can smile because she has lived You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back, Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left Your heart can be empty because you can’t see […]
The New Life’s Salutation Life, we’ve been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; ‘Tis hard to part when friends are dear, Perhaps ’twill cost a sigh, a tear; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time: Say not “Good night,” but in some brighter clime Bid me “Good morning.” Anna Barbauld […]
The Old Familiar Faces I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I […]
The World Is Too Much With Us The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a solid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will […]
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Nov
Nov
Away I cannot say, and I will not say That he is dead. He is just away. With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there. And you—oh you, who the wildest […]