Quote #15
Softly along the road of evening, In a twilight dim with rose, Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.
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- For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.
- We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
- Wonderful lovely there she sat, Singing the night away, All in the solitudinous sea Of that there lonely bay.
- Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
- Bang! Now the animal Is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, Eat or sleep or drink again, oh, what fun!
- Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.