posted March 29, 2013 09:41 AM            

Swift in overtaking thy desire,
Yet slow to draw the supple reins
And loth to calm the driving fire,
Thou makest only loss of gains;

Matching labor to thy task,
Each slave should end in luxury,
But, being answered, thou dost ask,
And will not quit for satiety;

Yea, all thy treasures here amassed
Have been neglected for the means.
See only how they gather dust,
Whilst thou takes ever greater pains!

Good friend, I beg thee, do depart
The path of toil thou hast taken;
It is bootless thus to strain thy heart
For all the world - if the world's forsaken.

The face of thy beloved is close
As no portrait could hope to be;
Her kiss is softer than a mouse
Asleep beneath a Christmas tree;

Right here, amid the natural lights
Which flit over a humble hearth
Might thou behold sincere delights
As any found upon the earth;

The sky, the grass, the lolling sea,
Have each their share of charm and wit,
But how wilt thou keep company
Immersed in work, as in a pit?

Set aside those petulant cares
And let thyself give way to love,
Lest all thy life pass unawares
Of what is present and above;

posted March 29, 2013 09:56 AM            

Is it really you!?

So glad you are back!

..and that was Wonderful!

posted April 09, 2013 09:49 AM            

I wasn't going to say anything,
but then that seemed rude.

posted April 09, 2013 04:18 PM            

I like how you put that.