Maxioms by Amy Lowell
Every castle of the air
Sleeps in the fine black grains, and there
Are seeds for every read more
Every castle of the air
Sleeps in the fine black grains, and there
Are seeds for every romance, or light
Whiff of a dream for a summer night.
Soft-heartedness, in times like these,
Shows sof'ness in the upper story!
Soft-heartedness, in times like these,
Shows sof'ness in the upper story!
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
