No more by summer breezes fanned,
The place was desolate and gray;
But still my dream was to command
New life into that shrunken clay.
No more by summer breezes fanned,
The place was desolate and gray;
But still my dream was to command
New life into that shrunken clay.
And yet he was not lost: he was astray-
Out of his life and in another life;
And in the stillness of this other life
He wondered and he drowsed.
There, but for the grace of God, goes.
Black hair would never do for Cleopatra.
Look at my face, and see me.
Don't worry, for I'm not that kind.
I knew as much,
For it made you speak.
Honor that is a friend begets a friend.
Do you hear the children singing?
What the devil are you saying!
His love had been so much the life of her,
And hers had been so much the life of him,
That any wayward phrasing on his part
Would have had no moment.
What is it worth to-night that you can see
More marriage in the dream of one dead kiss
Than in a thousand years of life like this?
We suffer when we do not understand;
And you have suffered-you that love me now-
Because you are a man.
Here you are,
Battered by the past.
God, will you make them stop!
That's Nature, the kind mother of us all.
Who knows to-day from yesterday
May learn to count no thing too strange:
Love builds of what Time takes away,
Till Death itself is less than Change.
And there's a quicker way than sleep?
The world, he had found out,
Was a good place, and life was a good game-
Particularly when Aunt Imogen
Was in it.
After that from everywhere
Singing life will find him there;
And my friend, again outside,
Will be living, having died.
Was he man, or was he demon?
Snow and stars, and-what the devil!
God, what a way to die!
Put that much in account with modesty.
No, I was not afraid-not even of life.
Love-rooted in God's garden of the mind.
Why frown upon a friend?
Value received, and every Dutchman happy.
I mean you last as long as lies.
Richard Cory Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 'Good Morning,' and he glittered when he walked. And he was richyes, richer than a king And admirably schooled in every grace In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Be calm when you are growing old
And you have nothing else to do;
Pour not the wine of life too thin
If water means the death of you.
Ah, yes, there was my life, indeed!
I said, the world is in the wrong.
Why has a king no cats?
He makes me lie awake o'nights and laugh.
The hours that are my life are mine, not his,-
Or used to be.
I grant you that his worship is a man.
When Stephen fell,
Among the stones that crushed his life away,
There was no place alive that I could see
For such a man.
You tell me not to say these things, I know,
But I should never try to be content:
I've gone too far; the life would be too slow.
Do you think that Love was ever fed with lies
But hunger lived thereafter in his eyes?
Let the grass grow there; and leave his verse
To tell the story of the life he led.
And yet he knows, God help him!
For such a moment he revealed
What life has in it to be lost;
And I could ask if what I saw,
Before me there, was man or ghost.
Why, bless my soul, the man's asleep!
With open heart and open door,
I love my friends, I like my neighbors;
But if I try to tell you more,
Your doubts will overmatch my labors.
And Death riding on his horse?
Like many a one, when you had gold
Love met you smiling, we are told;
But now that all your gold is gone,
Love leaves you hungry and alone.
Give me the truth, whatever it may be.
Truth has a lonely life down where she lives;
And many a time, when she comes up to breathe,
She sinks before we seize her, and makes ripples.
Where's the need of singing now?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories