That I die young and make no further moans
That underneath the unrespective sod
In unescutcheoned privacy my bones
Shall crumble soon then give me strength to bear
The last convulsive throe of too sweet breath!
tremble from the edge of life to dare
The dark and fatal leap having no faith
No glorious yearning for the Apocalypse
But like a child that in the night time cries
For light I cry forgetting the eclipse
Of knowledge and our human destinies
O peevish and uncertain soul! obey
The law of life in patience till the Day.
 |
| © hula seventy |
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment