Posted by ravi on Sunday July 02, @03:54AM
What my life's race is run And I have no prizes won?
What if the brief day is done And in west pales the setting sun?
Its mellow lustre, its parting glory Tell their own immortal story Once misty morn and winter hoary Melted beneath its glances gory.
What of that if I have failed A greater one was to the cross nailed So has the world its prophets hailed, My task was great, so success quailed
Adonis' grave and Dido's pyre Oh, how lovely thus to expire With one dream, one delight ,one desire. Oh for what unknown love my heart longs I have been victim of many wrongs I sing my sorrow in my songs I never moved amidst the throngs
I cared not for man's pretty schemes I lived in my own dreams, Loved little things and gentle themes And lonely walks by lovely streams.
What stayed with you?
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