Maxioms by Francis Thompson
She went her unremembering way,
She went and left in me
The pang of all the partings read more
She went her unremembering way,
She went and left in me
The pang of all the partings gone,
And partings yet to be.
The Summer looks out from her brazen tower,
Through the flashing bars of July.
The Summer looks out from her brazen tower,
Through the flashing bars of July.
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others' pain read more
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others' pain And perish in our own.
The immortal could we cease to contemplate,
The mortal part suggests its every trait.
God laid His read more
The immortal could we cease to contemplate,
The mortal part suggests its every trait.
God laid His fingers on the ivories
Of her pure members as on smoothed keys,
And there out-breathed her spirit's harmonies.
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish read more
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.