The Linnet's Wings The Sorrow - Page 8

CLASSIC The Linnet´s Wings Here Dead We Lie by A. E. Housman Here dead we lie Because we did not choose To live and shame the land From which we sprung. WIZARDRY Autumn Fires Life, to be sure, Is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, And we were young. In the other gardens And all up in the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! To Germany Pleasant summer over, And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. by Charles Hamilton Sorley You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed, And no man claimed the conquest of your land. But gropers both through fields of thought confined We stumble and we do not understand. You only saw your future bigly planned, And we, the tapering paths of our own mind, And in each others dearest ways we stand, And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind. When it is peace, then we may view again With new won eyes each other's truer form And wonder. Grown more loving kind and warm We'll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain, When it is peace. But until peace, the storm, The darkness and the thunder and the rain. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall! Robert Louis Stevenson Dust This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighing, And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer's nimble mansion, Where bloom and bees Fulfilled their oriental circuit, Then ceased like these. Emily Dickinson 8