Men say the world is full of fear and hate,
And all life's ripening harvest-fields await
The restless sickle of relentless fate.
But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born,
When from the climbing terraces of corn
I watch the golden orioles of Thy morn.
What care I for the world's desire and pride,
Who know the silver wings that gleam and glide,
The homing pigeons of Thine eventide?
What care I for the world's loud weariness,
Who dream in twilight granaries Thou dost bless
With delicate sheaves of mellow silences?
Say, shall I heed dull presages of doom,
Or dread the rumoured loneliness and gloom,
The mute and mythic terror of the tomb?
For my glad heart is drunk and drenched with Thee,
O inmost wind of living ecstasy!
O intimate essence of eternity!
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WOw this has to be one of the best I have ever read on here! Excellent use of words and a perfect flow! You seperate your stanzas just like a true poet! This is a wonderful piece! Keep it up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Life is short
Live hard
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What a noble and energetic celebration of Eternal Peace!
I love:
"For my glad heart is drunk and drenched with Thee,
O inmost wind of living ecstasy!"
That is how I feel when I am connected to The Whole!
As I interpret it, the message here, so calmly presented, is not to waste time on bothering about worldly, fleeting nonsense, but to find joy in the Eternal!
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Great write...you have a very strong piece here! Your stanzas are separated well, but the rhythm is a tad bit off (that's perfectly fine, my rhythm sucks!). Other than that, you have done a wonderful job. Keep up the great work!
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