Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass,...
Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.
Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.
Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?
All precious things, discover’d late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.
For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.
Too much wit makes the world rotten.
Virtue! – to be good and just – Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix’d with cunning sparks of hell.
It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.
So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not.
The old order changes yielding place to new.
Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.
So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall...
Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
I found Him in the shining of the stars.