Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead.
She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed,--
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Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead.
She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed,--
And both turned into flowers for the earth's garden-close;
Her tears, to the wind-flower,--his blood, to the rose.
Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
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Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man.
The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain--
For the reed that grows never more again
As a reed with the reeds of the river.
Light tomorrow with today.
Light tomorrow with today.
Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.
Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.
Free men freely work:
Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
Free men freely work:
Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
