Tuesday, November 04, 2008
AT-HING OF BEAUTY IS A JOY FOR EVER
Its loveliness in cress it will never
Pass into nothingness ,but still keep
Abower quiet for us, and a sleep.
Full of Sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing
There for, on every morrow , are we wresting
A flowery bond to bind us to the earth
Sprite of despondence of the inhuman death
Of noble natures , of the gloomy days
Of all the unhealthy and her darkened ways
Made for our searching; yes in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty mover away the pall
From our dark spirits.
BY harucino