Maxioms by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face read more
Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face to face
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one, a-gape,
Shuddering in the glimmering light.
"I know not," said the second shape,
"I only died last night."
No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's read more
No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original.
What is lovely never dies,
But passes into other loveliness,
Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
What is lovely never dies,
But passes into other loveliness,
Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
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We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
Shrunk in the wind,--and the lightning now
Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven
That from the East glad message brings.
Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven
That from the East glad message brings.
