Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power
Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon
It works, on e'er read more
Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power
Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon
It works, on e'er self-transmutative form,
Common to now the living, now the dead.
The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.
The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.
