| THE RAPE OF THE LOCK No louder shrieks to pitying heav�n are cast, When husbands or when lapdogs breathe their last. ------------------------ JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS So goodbye dear, and Amen, Here�s hoping we meet now and then, It was great fun, But it was just one of those things. ------------------------- LOVE Love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning: Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning. ------------------------- Oh longing for places that were not Cherished enough in that fleeting hour How I long to make good from afar The forgotten gesture, the additional act. ------------------------- But all I could think of, In the darkness and the cold, Was that I was leaving home And my folks were growing old. ------------------- NO STRINGS The sweetest sounds I�ll ever hear Are still inside my head. The kindest words I�ll ever know Are waiting to be said. ------------------- The world is my country, The human race is my race. The spirit of man is my god, The future of man is my heaven. --------------------- He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. ------------------- Of many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May sometimes wound a heart that�s broken. -------------------- I am the daughter of the Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but cannot die. ---------------- TO A SKYLARK We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. ----------------- MAGNIFICENCE I blunder, I bluster, I blow, and I bother, I make on the one day, I mar on the other. Busy, busy, and ever busy, I dance up and down �till I am dizzy. ---------------- Sated with home, of wife, of children tired, The restless soul is driven abroad to roam; Sated abroad, all seen and all admired, The restless soul is driven to ramble home. -------------------- NOT WAVING Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning. |
| ------------------ WASTE Waste of Blood, and waste of Tears, Waste of youth�s most precious years, Waste of ways the saints have trod, Waste of Glory, waste of God, War! ----------------- These things shall be! A loftier race Than e�er the world hath known shall rise, With flame of freedom in their souls, And light of knowledge in their eyes. -------------------- LIGHTS OUT I have come to the borders of sleep, The unfathomable deep Forest where all must lose Their way. |