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Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?
Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?
After the day there cometh the derke night;
For though the day be never so longe,
At read more
After the day there cometh the derke night;
For though the day be never so longe,
At last the belles ringeth to evensonge.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope.
These eyes, tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing read more
These eyes, tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew read more
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.
In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday
In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who read more
I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who pities me