'Tis strange how men find time to hate,
When life is all too short for love;
But we, away from our own kind,
A different life can live and prove.
'Tis strange how men find time to hate,
When life is all too short for love;
But we, away from our own kind,
A different life can live and prove.
Life and death, my fairest one,
Thy lover is a skeleton!
To see his face was health and life,
And when it was denied,
She could not eat, and broke her heart --
It was for love she died.
Indeed this is the sweet life!
This life is sweetest; in this wood
I hear no children cry for food;
I see no woman, white with care;
No man, with muscled wasting here.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories