Maxioms by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Good night! I have to say good night,
To such a host of peerless things!
Good night! I have to say good night,
To such a host of peerless things!
Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows
In yonder West: the fair, frail palaces,
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Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows
In yonder West: the fair, frail palaces,
The fading Alps and archipelagoes,
And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas.
Upon the cunning loom of thought
We weave our fancies, so and so.
Upon the cunning loom of thought
We weave our fancies, so and so.
When I behold what pleasure is Pursuit,
What life, what glorious eagerness it is,
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When I behold what pleasure is Pursuit,
What life, what glorious eagerness it is,
Then mark how full Possession falls from this,
How fairer seems the blossom than the fruit,--
I am perplext, and often stricken mute.
Wondering which attained the higher bliss,
The wing'd insect, or the chrysalis
It thrust aside with unreluctant foot.
We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!
We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!
