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Spring Chorus


So many voices
Naturally singing true
Feeding fresh fledgling

To And Fro


There we were one
You and I back
Beyond the veil
Still unsundered

While here manifest
To display abundantly
And blindly enjoy
One another as separate

The Last Chapter


Old sorrows, brief joys, flare and fade away.
Too late now to recapture or repair.
You dream of passing drowsing in your chair,
Waking reborn to dream another day.


This was written as an appendix to W.B. Yeats’ poem, “When You Are Old”

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced among the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars.

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