Less than the weed that grows beside thy door
Laurence Hope
For this is Wisdom to love, to live To take what fate, or the Gods may give. To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flow To have, to hold and in time, let go
fate wisdom speed time live prayer gods flow question kiss lips hair love give
For this is Wisdom; to love, to liveTo take what fate, or the Gods may give. To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flowTo have, -to hold -and -in time, -let go!
life wisdom
I would have rather felt you round my throat Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!
life farewell
door
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar. Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell? Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far, Before you agonise them in farewell?
farewell
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