Happiness

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by dazedgatsby, Apr 5, 2017.

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    dazedgatsby shitheel

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    "Sedibus ut saltem placidis in Morte quiescam." ~~ Virgil

    The grave, the barrow, or the earthen urn
    What others shun!
    What others spurn!
    I've sought remission from
    To cast out the pallid rays of the Sun

    Phoebus, he doth the brightest star decree
    of those just desires of Man
    Yet, to myself, these are but tears of Despair
    Each a dream that sets light to my pyre

    I'd like to lay in a field of poppies
    Or, to wander in certain hills and groves
    Where, there that magic revived
    that magic that died
    That composed the river's song
    Or, made the trees to dance
    In the wind, or the fury of Gods
    Or, what made the Sybil to prophecy
    And love to be naught
    But innocent beauty
    Would'st bring tears of Joy to my eyes
    And deliver to my soul
    Its long lost repose
     
  2. Very good words and talkiness. A great display of love and direction.
     

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