Sabtu, 2 April 2011

( Poem )

                                                 Oh,Gives us pleasure in the flowers today,
                                                 And gives us not think so far way,
                                                 As the uncertain harvest keep us here,
                                                All simply in the springing of the year.....
                                                Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white.
                                                Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night,
                                                And makes us happy in the happy bees,
                                                The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
                                                And make us happy in the darting bird.
                                                That suddenly above the bees is heard.
                                                The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
                                                And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
                                                For this is love and nothing else is love,
                                                The which it is reserved for god above,
                                                To sanctity to what far ends the will,
                                                But which it only needs that we fulfil.....

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