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was not fate which overtook me, Rather a wayward, wilful wind That blew hot for awhile And then, as the even shadows came, blew cold. What pity it is that a man grown old in life's dreaming Should stop, e'en for a moment, to look into a woman's eyes. And I forgot! Forgot that one's heart must be steeled against the east wind. Life and death alike come out of the East: Life as tender as young grass, Death as dreadful as the sight of clotted blood. I shall go back into the darkness, Not to dream but to seek the light again. I shall go by paths, mayhap, On roads that wind around the foothills Pfaltzgraf Dinnerware CarnivalShoes Cole Hahn Shoes Croc Shoes Where the plains are bare and wild And the passers-by come few and far between. I want the night to be long, the moon blind, The hills thick with moving memories, And my heart beating a breathless requiem For all the dead days I have lived. When the Dawn comes -- Dawn, deathless, dreaming -- I shall will that my soul must be cleansed of hate, I shall pray for strength to hold children close to my heart, I shall desire to build houses where the poor will know shelter, comfort, beauty. And then may I look into a woman's eyes And find holiness, love and the peace which passeth understanding. Keen Sandles Birkenstock Sandals Bostonian shoes Hush Puppies Shoes solemn see them stand, Spinning churns on either hand, Neatly capped and aproned white Airy fairy dairy sight. Jersey priestesses they seem Miracling milk to cream. Cream solidifies to cheese By Pasteural mysteries, And they give, within their shrine, Their communión in kine. Incantations pure they mutter O'er the golden minted butter And (no layman hand can pen it) See them gloat above their rennet. Garmont Boots Clarks Wallabee Shoes Steve Madden Bee Shoes By that hillside window pane Rugged teamsters draw the rein. Doff the battered hat and bow To these acolytes of cow. Genuflect, ye passersby! Muse upon their ritual high-- Milk to cream, yea, cream to cheese White lacteal mysteries! Let adorers sing the word Of the smoothly flowing curd. Yea, we sing with bells and fife This is the whey, this is the Life. |