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O sunset, from the springs of stars Draw down thy cataracts of gold; And belt their streams with burning bars
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
The solemn Sea of Silence lies between us; I know thou livest, and them lovest me, And yet I wish some white ship would come sailing
All that I ask," says Love, "is just to stand And gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes; For in their depths lies largest Paradise.
Here is a tale for children and their grannies: There was a fool, a man who'd had his chances But missed them, somehow; lost them, just for fancies,
'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead-- When Man, from the slumber of ages awaking,
If Love were all, how dark the world! What sorrow for the stricken heart! If Love were all, with Love grown cold -
The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran;
I'm holding it down on God's scrap-pile, up on the fag-end of earth; O'er me a menace of mountains, a river that grits at my feet;
By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair: But all night as the moon so changeth she; Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy
After I got religion and steadied down They gave me a job in the canning works, And every morning I had to fill
The darkened street was muffled with the snow, The falling flakes had made your shoulders white, And when we found a shelter from the night
Here's a health to thee, Roberts, And here's a health to me; And here's to all the pretty girls From Denver to the sea!
