Sweet Dove! the softest, steadiest plume,
In all the sunbright sky,
Brightening in ever-changeful bloom
As breezes change on high; -
Sweet Leaf! the pledge of peace and mirth,
"Long sought, and lately won,"
Blessed increase of reviving Earth,
When first it felt the Sun; -
The irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
Speak both one message of one sense to me:--
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand
Thou too aloof bound with the flawless band
Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;
But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?
What heart shall touch thy heart? what hand thy hand?--
And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,
I planted myself a garden, a garden of all
different kinds of flowers. I decided to make a bouquet
beautifully selected. My black carnation which I will
call Ebony for you are strong, in the image of me, I
created you. Beautiful as you are, your black essence
is like the twilight of the night in Ebony.
My white rose, so fair thou are, how lovely and
wise, your glow is like the day for which I created you.
I call you Ivory and I also adore you.
My next rainbow flower is called yellow orchid
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows,
And you're too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell.
Or, after all, perhaps there's none:
Suppose there is no secret after all,
But only just my fun.
Morning, evening, noon and night,
''Praise God!; sang Theocrite.
Then to his poor trade he turned,
Whereby the daily meal was earned.
Hard he laboured, long and well;
O'er his work the boy's curls fell.
But ever, at each period,
I will love you until you can hear
And fully understand my intentions.
It's not puppy love. It's about dedications.
I love you with an incredible passion, dear.
I'm serious and dedicated to our relationship.
I'll stop loving you until the rooster stops singing.
This is clear; I will never stop loving you, darling.
Hence, you are the woman's captain of my ship.
gray skies drenching rain
luscious colors in hiding
until the rainbow
beneath the rainbow
pretty penny for your thoughts
whispers in the wind
sunshine starts at noon
after such deluge delay
skies smile upside down
god's voice of thunder
commands all nature to dance
Waste not your thoughts on petty souls,
Waste not your words, not your warmth,
Waste not your energy, not your emotions
On mingy souls and their putrid minds.
An occasional skunk, a travel hazard,
A mandatory road toll the traveler pay,
May the nauseating stink not dampen your spirit
Many magnificent scenes await on your road ahead.
formed by the art of magic
a painted rainbow
yet a hued dream seemed so near
wide bands of color
in never before seen shades