| Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman�s will? For if she will, she will, you may depend on�t; And if she won�t, she won�t; so there�s an end on�t. ------------------- AS I WALKED OUT ONE EVENING As I walked out one evening, Walked down Bristol Street, The crowed upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river, I heard a lover sing Under the arch of the railway: �Love has no ending. I�ll love you �till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry, And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky. The years shall run like rabbits, For in my heart I hold The Flower of the Ages, And the first love of the world.� But all the clocks in the city Began to whir and chime: �O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time. In the burrows of the Nightmare Where Justice naked is, Time watches from the shadow And coughs when you would kiss. In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away. And Time will have his fancy, Tomorrow or today. O plunge your hands in water, Plunge them up to the wrist; Stare, stare in the basin And wonder what you�ve missed. O look, look in the mirror, O look in your distress; Life remains a blessing Although you cannot bless.� It was late, late in the evening. The lovers they were gone; The clocks had ceased their chiming, And the deep river ran on. --------------------- From quiet homes and first beginning, Out to the undiscovered ends, There�s nothing worth the wear of winning, But laughter and the love of friends. --------------------- We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides, The spirit bloweth and is still In the mystery our soul abides. --------------------- There may be trouble ahead, But while there�s moonlight and music And love and romance, Let�s face the music and dance. -------------------- There is a tavern in the town, And there my dear love sits him down, And drinks his wine �mid laughter free, And never, never thinks of me. Fare thee well for I must leave thee, Do not let this parting grieve thee, And remember that the best of friends must part. --------------------- Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go, Comfort�s a cripple, and comes ever slow. |