| APRIL SONG Willow, in your April gown Delicate and gleaming, Do you mind in years gone by All my dreaming? Spring was like a call to me That I could not answer, I was chained to loneliness, I, the dancer. Willow, twinkling in the sun, Still your leaves and hear me, I can answer spring at last, Love is near me! --Sara Teasdale ------------------- THE WIND A wind is blowing over my soul, I hear it cry the whole night through -- Is there no peace for me on earth Except with you? Alas, the wind has made me wise, Over my naked soul it blew, -- There is no peace for me on earth Even with you. --Sara Teasdale ------------------- MESSAGE I heard a cry in the night, A thousand miles it came, Sharp as a flash of light, My name, my name! It was your voice I heard, You waked and loved me so -- I send you back this word, I know, I know! --Sara Teasdale ------------------- DAYBREAK Come wind, come weather. Let light give pause. That blown leaf can be angel�s wing or beat�s. One turn divides this world from another, the vanishing point a chameleon�s switching eye. --Deborah Tall ------------------- ALEXANDER THROCKMORTON In my youth my wings were strong and tireless, But I did not know the mountains. In age I knew the mountains But my weary wings could not follow my vision- Genius is wisdom and youth. --Edgar Lee Masters ------------------- THE GIFT TO SING Sometimes the mist overhands my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day- I softly sing. And if the way grows darker still, Shadowed by Sorrow�s somber wing, With glad defiance in my throat, I pierce the darkness with a note, And sing, and sing. --James Weldon Johnson ------------------- LIGHT AND LIFE Eventually is no significance. The Universe expands to a standstill or collapses to a point, and whether we curse the darkness or light a candle does not amend the outcome. We exist to be come more perfectly... alone. Still, a �man who squeezes light from his own skin reminds his neighbors that a �man may choose extinction in the manner of a star. --James Sutton ------------------- THE WISHING-CAPS Life�s all getting and giving, I�ve only myself to give. What shall I do for a living? I�ve only one life to live. End it? I�ll not find another. Spend it? But how shall I best? Sure the wise plan is to live like a man And Luck may look after the rest! --Rudyard Kipling |
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