Παρασκευή 1 Φεβρουαρίου 2013

"At the three fountains" - Arthur Symons















Here,where God lives among the trees,
Where birds and monks the whole day sing
His praises in a pleasant ease,

Oh heart,might we not find a home
Here,after all our wandering?
These gates are closed, even on Rome.

Souls of the twilight wander here ;
Here,in the garden of that death
Which was for love's sake,need we fear

How sharp with bitter joy might be
Love's lingering, last,longed-for breath,
Shut in upon eternity?

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