The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite in two volumes ... With a Portrait |
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The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite | ||
JOYS OF LIFE
That light we know to be only seeming;
Those stars in dream looking down on dreaming;
Blank space which cheats us; quick time which slips;
Thin ghosts of wines which deride our yearning;
Pale shadows of love which leave us burning
To gain the rapture of unseen lips:
Those stars in dream looking down on dreaming;
Blank space which cheats us; quick time which slips;
Thin ghosts of wines which deride our yearning;
Pale shadows of love which leave us burning
To gain the rapture of unseen lips:
The faiths too cold for the heart's subsistence;
Hope's light too faint on a bleak existence;
All ways too many for ends in doubt:
But though perplex'd by disorder'd courses—
One strength call'd up from the soul's resources—
Still to go on and to do without!
Hope's light too faint on a bleak existence;
All ways too many for ends in doubt:
But though perplex'd by disorder'd courses—
One strength call'd up from the soul's resources—
Still to go on and to do without!
The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite | ||