Your tree of life put forth these flowers
In ages past away:
They had the love in other hours
I give to you to-day.
Your tree of life put forth these flowers
In ages past away:
They had the love in other hours
I give to you to-day.
Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
Have all the gods their cycles run?
Do not ask for the hands of love or love's soft eyes:
They give less than love who give all, giving what wanes.
In the land of beautiful silence the winds are laid,
And life grows quietly one in the cloudy shade.
Ah, sigh for us whose hearts unseeing
Point all their passionate love in vain,
And blinded in the joy of being,
Meet only when pain touches pain.
The blue dusk ran between the streets: my love was winged within my mind,
It left to-day and yesterday and thrice a thousand years behind.
I found
How deep the glance of love can wound,
How cruel pity is to hate.
I saw him pass from love to love; and yet the pure allowed His claim
To be the purest of the pure, thrice holy, stainless, without blame.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories