Maxioms by Thomas Hood
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives.
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives.
Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no read more
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;--
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Seem'd washing his hand with invisible soap
In imperceptible water.
Seem'd washing his hand with invisible soap
In imperceptible water.
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
