And gain is gain, however small.
There’s a new tribunal now higher than God’s -The educated man’s!
Never the time and the place And the loved one all together.
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life’s arrears Of pain, darkness and cold.
A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
Time’swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
Who knows but the world may end tonight.
Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired, – been happy.
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her.
There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music.
Again the Cousin’s whistle! Go, my Love.
Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It’s petals up...
The trouble that most of us find with the modern matched sets of clubs is that they don’t really seem to know any more about the game than the old ones did.
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life’s business being just the terrible choice.
Once more on my adventure brave and new.
But there are times when patience proves at fault.
Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.
Believeth with the life, the pain shall stop.
If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.