![]() ![]() “Nay, grieve not that ye can no honour give To these poor bones that presently must be But carrion since I have sought to live Upon God’s earth, as. with two other priests the same night he died, And was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name.” Chronicle. I think the longest Hour of all I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come And we are waiting for the Coach It seems as though the Time Indignant that the Joy was come Did block the Gilded Hands And would not let the Seconds by But slowest instant ends The Pendulum begins to count Like little. ![]() ![]() Waiting WHEN the dawn comes forth I wonder Will our sad, sad hearts awaken, And the grief we laboured under From the new-in-joy be shaken? If the night be long in going, All our souls will fix in sadness And the light of morning glowing Waken in our eyes no gladness.Song and dance do you think an old heart can’t sing Do you think an old heart can’t dance With a love that belongs to spring – Nor i – till i took this glance In a mirror long put-by – denied The least touch of light (there being No cause but to let it hide) Yet now. ![]()
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