Maxioms by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!
We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!
The happy bells shall ring Marguerite;
The summer birds shall sing Marguerite;
You smile but you shall read more
The happy bells shall ring Marguerite;
The summer birds shall sing Marguerite;
You smile but you shall wear
Orange blossoms in your hair, Marguerite.
When I behold what pleasure is Pursuit,
What life, what glorious eagerness it is,
Then mark how read more
When I behold what pleasure is Pursuit,
What life, what glorious eagerness it is,
Then mark how full Possession falls from this,
How fairer seems the blossom than the fruit,--
I am perplext, and often stricken mute.
Wondering which attained the higher bliss,
The wing'd insect, or the chrysalis
It thrust aside with unreluctant foot.
No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's read more
No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original.
In her eyes a thought
Grew sweeter and sweeter, deepening like the dawn,
A mystical forewarning.
In her eyes a thought
Grew sweeter and sweeter, deepening like the dawn,
A mystical forewarning.
