Philip James Bailey

And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.

And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.

Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun read more

Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun insists on gladness; but at night,
When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.

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.

I have a heart with room for every joy.

I have a heart with room for every joy.

The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and read more

The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.