How constant is hope, how faithful her trend!
Ceaselessly doth she walk beside me,
With her gaudy touch tipping
Each dull task with a scarlet light;
Making each trend of the path beckon with color.
Filling my cup even as the wine I drink,
Becoming the pith of the dream,
Which lies as a pillow beneath each sup—
The urge upon my hand—
The mother, verily!—of each hour;
For tomorrow may not be born—
Save that hope beget her.
Patience Worth, "Hope, The Constant".
2 comments:
Hi
Thanks for coming out of the woodwork and introducing yourself.
I had stopped the blog for many reasons but I want to keep writing so you can find me now at http://youfoundkelshidingplace.blogspot.com/
Hope you will join me there, even if it is silently :o)
:-) Thanks for stopping by.
I'm always around your blog, silently. :-)
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