Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
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.
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed,
So poets live upon the living light.
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed,
So poets live upon the living light.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
