上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Apologia

Is it thy will that I should wax and wane,

Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey,

And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day?

Is it thy will - Love that I love so well -

That my Soul's House should be a tortured spot

Wherein, like evil paramours, must dwell

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The quenchless flame, the worm that dieth not?

Nay, if it be thy will I shall endure,

And sell ambition at the common mart,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And let dull failure be my vestiture,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And sorrow dig its grave within my heart.

Perchance it may be better so - at least

I have not made my heart a heart of stone,

Nor starved my boyhood of its goodly feast,

Nor walked where Beauty is a thing unknown.

Many a man hath done so; sought to fence

In straitened bonds the soul that should be free,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Trodden the dusty road of common sense,

While all the forest sang of liberty,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Not marking how the spotted hawk in flight

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Passed on wide pinion through the lofty air,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址To where some steep untrodden mountain height

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Caught the last tresses of the Sun God's hair.

Or how the little flower he trod upon,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The daisy, that white-feathered shield of gold,

Followed with wistful eyes the wandering sun

Content if once its leaves were aureoled.

But surely it is something to have been

The best beloved for a little while,

To have walked hand in hand with Love, and seen

上海龙凤shlf最新地址His purple wings flit once across thy smile.

Ay! though the gorged asp of passion feed

上海龙凤shlf最新地址On my boy's heart, yet have I burst the bars,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Stood face to face with Beauty, known indeed

The Love which moves the Sun and all the stars!