Maxioms by John Masefield
Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode
But the hope, the burning hope, and the read more
Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode
But the hope, the burning hope, and the road, the lonely road.
Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind,
For we go seeking cities that we shall never find.
Sometimes, when guests have gone, the host remembers
Sweet courteous things unsaid.
We two have talked our read more
Sometimes, when guests have gone, the host remembers
Sweet courteous things unsaid.
We two have talked our hearts out to the embers,
And now go hand in hand down to the dead.
