WHEN all works that have
From cradle run to grave
From grave to cradle run instead;
When thoughts that a fool
Has wound upon a spool
Are but loose thread, are but loose thread;
When cradle and spool are past
And I mere shade at last
Coagulate of stuff
Transparent like the wind,
I think that I may find
A faithful love, a faithful love.
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This I think is stating that man is a fool where love is concerned I am not sure, I might have to read this one again and come back to comment again, it is quite a deep poem, I do wish I could get inside the old poets heads, really know what they were thinking........
sanity.
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