| WORMS REVENGE It cost me never a stab nor squirm To tread by chance upon a worm. �Ah, my little dear� I say, �Your clan will pay me back one day.� --------------------- THE AGE The age is rocking the wave with human grief to a golden beat, and an adder is breathing in time with it in the grass. The buds will go on swelling, the rush of green will explode, but your spine has been shattered, my splendid derelict, my age. Cruel and feeble, you�ll look back with the smile of a half-wit: an animal that could run once, staring at its own tracks. -------------------------- LOST, TWO GOLDEN HOURS Lost, yesterday, somewhere between Sunrise and Sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever. ------------------------ PELICAN Oh, what a wondrous bird is the pelican! His beak holds more than his belican. He takes in his beak, Food enough for a week. But I�ll be damned if I know how the helican. ----------------------------- LYCIDAS At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue: Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new. ------------------------ SOLITUDE How sweet is harmless solitude! What can its joys control? Tumults and nose may not intrude, To interrupt the soul. ------------------- FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT Fight the good fight with all thy might, The Lord is thy strength and thy right; Lay hold on life, and it shall be Thy joy and crown eternally. --------------------- OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber�s chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me. ------------------------ THE TREE Woodman, spare that tree! touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I�ll protect it now. -------------------------- Senescence begins And middle age ends, They day your descendants Outnumber your friends. --------------------- NOT LOST BUT GONE BEFORE For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world�s shore, And all our calm is on that balm - Not lost, but gone before. ---------------------- DEEP PURPLE When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls, And the stars begin to flicker in the sky, Thru� the mist of a memory, you wander back to me, And I whisper your name with a sigh. ----------------------- --------------------------- AN ESSAY ON MAN Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled; The glory, the jest, and riddle of the world! |
| ------------------------ THE HUNTING OF CUPID What thing is love for love is a thing. It is a prick, it is a sting, It is a pretty, pretty thing; It is a fire, it is a coal Whose flame creeps in at every hole. |