Maxioms by John Vance Cheney
I pour into the world the eternal streams
Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.
I pour into the world the eternal streams
Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.
I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not read more
I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.
The message from the hedge-leaves,
Heed it, whoso thou art;
Under lowly eaves
Lives read more
The message from the hedge-leaves,
Heed it, whoso thou art;
Under lowly eaves
Lives the happy heart.
