Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes,
Might furnish crowns for all the Queens of earth.
There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes,
Might furnish crowns for all the Queens of earth.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
We feel of read more
Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
We feel of poesie do we become
Like God in love and power,--under-makers.
