![]() Is on a grand and speculative scale Honest enough, so it be large enough. |
![]() The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife. |
![]() As a love that has decayed -- On the loose strings of the harp Only discord can be made. |
![]() As what we own. |
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![]() And tires the constant phrase "I love" to hear; But woman doubts the instrument is broke Unless she daily hear the sweet refrain. |
![]() Of all expression that which can not be expressed. |
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![]() Are they those whom the world calls the victors, who won the success of a day? |
![]() After Love from it is lopped! |
![]() Only disappointments grow. |
![]() And the sky is cold and gray, And the wind in the trees keeps complaining That summer has passed away; -- |
![]() I clasp you in my fond embrace, You gently push me back and say, "Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace." |