Philip James Bailey

Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus

Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus

I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one read more

I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one great woe of life
To feel all feeling die.

See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
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See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.

Blessing star forth forever; but a curse
Is like a cloud--it passes.

Blessing star forth forever; but a curse
Is like a cloud--it passes.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.