Maxioms by Thomas Moore
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
On my velvet couch reclining,
Ivy leaves my brow entwining,
While my soul expands with glee,
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On my velvet couch reclining,
Ivy leaves my brow entwining,
While my soul expands with glee,
What are kings and crowns to me?
Oh, colder than the wind that freezes
Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd,
Is that congealing read more
Oh, colder than the wind that freezes
Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd,
Is that congealing pang which seizes
The trusting bosom, when betray'd.
Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds read more
Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,
If he kneel not before the same altar with me?
From the heretic girl of my soul should I fly,
To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?
No! perish the hearts, and the laws that try
Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this!
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and
that is eternity.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and
that is eternity.
