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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."
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in
darkness; and I myself perceived also read more
The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in
darkness; and I myself perceived also that one event happeneth to
them all.
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts read more
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I read more
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!"
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine--it is not I.
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another read more
I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.