Ah, love, 'tis a sorrowful land!
Oh, the morrow of pain and dole Is naught while the sunlight lingers. - Kenneth Rand
Oh, the morrow of pain and dole Is naught while the sunlight lingers.
- Kenneth Rand
And should men name me dead, I beg ye, say "Nay, he but wearied here, and went away. - Kenneth Rand
And should men name me dead, I beg ye, say "Nay, he but wearied here, and went away.
Love is a jeering mime. - Kenneth Rand
Love is a jeering mime.
Let me leap naked through life's testing flame, And bear to lose, and yet endure to win. - Kenneth Rand
Let me leap naked through life's testing flame, And bear to lose, and yet endure to win.
Yet earth has never child she may not slay, Nor sea a lover that she cannot kill. - Kenneth Rand
Yet earth has never child she may not slay, Nor sea a lover that she cannot kill.
The beauty that men seek is half a dream-- Where'er we wander, yet it lies afar; It touches with its wand a setting star, It stirs the ripple of an e… - Kenneth Rand
The beauty that men seek is half a dream-- Where'er we wander, yet it lies afar; It touches with its wand a setting star, It stirs the ripple of an e…
Ah, love, 'tis a sorrowful land! - Kenneth Rand
God is a creed outworn, Ill-wrought from a mirage fair, And life is an image pale That faces a sunless morn. - Kenneth Rand
God is a creed outworn, Ill-wrought from a mirage fair, And life is an image pale That faces a sunless morn.
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