The dwelling-place
Of insects, beasts, and birds, becomes its spoil
Their food and their retreat for ever gone,
So much of life and joy is lost.
The dwelling-place
Of insects, beasts, and birds, becomes its spoil
Their food and their retreat for ever gone,
So much of life and joy is lost.
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
She, in that dream of joy, dissolved away.
With the joyous and the free
Thou wilt scoff at pain.
The sounds that soothed his sleep,
The mystery and the majesty of Earth,
The joy, the exultation?
He was a gentle boy
And in all gentle sorts took joy.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories