Maxioms by Rupert Brooke
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
But is there anything Beyond?
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
But is there anything Beyond?
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked read more
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
