When vain desire at last and vain regret
Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,
What shall assuage the unforgotten pain
And teach the unforgetful to forget?
Shall Peace be still a sunk stream long unmet,—
Or may the soul at once in a green plain
Stoop through the spray of some sweet life-fountain
And cull the dew-drenched flowering amulet?
Ah! when the wan soul in that golden air
Between the scriptured petals softly blown
Peers breathless for the gift of grace unknown,—
Ah! let none other alien spell soe'er
But only the one Hope's one name be there,—
Not less nor more, but even that word alone.
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Yes, quite beautiful. I suppose I should spend a bit more time on OP than I do, and I applaud you for your efforts to encourage us.
Much respect,
Sarah
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very good point you did a awesome job too
more of us needs to think this way
and life would be a hole lot better for every one
so keep up the good work ...... -
I was just reading this morning 'Remember' by Christina Georgina Rosetti - one of my favourite poems.
Ok critique this - get rid of the twitches and time travels
Yes father I will go to the shop for your paper twitches again wakes up in poem - yeah it's pretty good this. -
Oh, yeah!!! Like I would critique ol' Dante!!! NOT. hehehe...thanks for the early morn poetry-fix here...Ahhhh! {deep theatrical sigh}...MUCH better now!!! I love Hope...can't live/breathe/write poetry without it!!! Wouldn't EVEN want to try...Thanks so much for Featuring Dante...I KNOW he appreciates it, as well!!!...swan
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