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Farsi Poems About Love Biography
I Have Loved Hours At Sea,
Gray Cities,
The Fragile Secret Of A Flower,
Music, The Making Of A Poem
That Gave Me Heaven For An Hour;
First Stars Above A Snowy Hill,
Voices Of People Kindly And Wise,
And The Great Look Of Love, Long Hidden,
Found At Last In Meeting Eyes.
I Have Loved Much And Been Loved Deeply --
Oh When My Spirit's Fire Burns Low,
Leave Me The Darkness And The Stillness,
I Shall Be Tired And Glad To Go.
The Fragile Secret Of A Flower,
Music, The Making Of A Poem
That Gave Me Heaven For An Hour;
First Stars Above A Snowy Hill,
Voices Of People Kindly And Wise,
And The Great Look Of Love, Long Hidden,
Found At Last In Meeting Eyes.
I Have Loved Much And Been Loved Deeply --
Oh When My Spirit's Fire Burns Low,
Leave Me The Darkness And The Stillness,
I Shall Be Tired And Glad To Go.
I Said To Love,
"It Is Not Now As In Old Days
When Men Adored Thee And Thy Ways
All Else Above;
Named Thee The Boy, The Bright, The One
Who Spread A Heaven Beneath The Sun,"
I Said To Love.
I Said To Him,
"We Now Know More Of Thee Than Then;
We Were But Weak In Judgment When,
With Hearts Abrim,
We Clamoured Thee That Thou Would'st Please
Inflict On Us Thine Agonies,"
I Said To Him.
I Said To Love,
"Thou Art Not Young, Thou Art Not Fair,
No Faery Darts, No Cherub Air,
Nor Swan, Nor Dove
Are Thine; But Features Pitiless,
And Iron Daggers Of Distress,"
I Said To Love.
"Depart Then, Love! . . .
- Man's Race Shall End, Dost Threaten Thou?
The Age To Come The Man Of Now
Know Nothing Of? -
We Fear Not Such A Threat From Thee;
We Are Too Old In Apathy!
Mankind Shall Cease.--So Let It Be,"
I Said To Love.
"It Is Not Now As In Old Days
When Men Adored Thee And Thy Ways
All Else Above;
Named Thee The Boy, The Bright, The One
Who Spread A Heaven Beneath The Sun,"
I Said To Love.
I Said To Him,
"We Now Know More Of Thee Than Then;
We Were But Weak In Judgment When,
With Hearts Abrim,
We Clamoured Thee That Thou Would'st Please
Inflict On Us Thine Agonies,"
I Said To Him.
I Said To Love,
"Thou Art Not Young, Thou Art Not Fair,
No Faery Darts, No Cherub Air,
Nor Swan, Nor Dove
Are Thine; But Features Pitiless,
And Iron Daggers Of Distress,"
I Said To Love.
"Depart Then, Love! . . .
- Man's Race Shall End, Dost Threaten Thou?
The Age To Come The Man Of Now
Know Nothing Of? -
We Fear Not Such A Threat From Thee;
We Are Too Old In Apathy!
Mankind Shall Cease.--So Let It Be,"
I Said To Love.
We See It Each Day In The
Paper,
And Know That There's Mischief In Store;
That Some Unprofessional Caper
Has Landed A Shark On The Shore.
We Know There'll Be Plenty Of Trouble
Before They Get Through With The Fun,
Because He's Been Coming The Double
On Clients, Has "Gentleman, One".
Alas For The Gallant Attorney,
Intent Upon Cutting A Dash!
He Starts On Life's Perilous Journey
With Rather More Cunning Than Cash.
And Fortune At First Is Inviting --
He Struts His Brief Hour In The Sun --
But, Lo! On The Wall Is The Writing
Of Nemesis, "Gentleman, One".
For Soon He Runs Short Of The Dollars,
He Fears He Must Go To The Wall;
So Peters' Trust-Money He Collars
To Pay Off His Creditor, Paul;
Then Robs Right And Left -- For He Goes It
In Earnest When Once He's Begun.
Descensus Averni -- He Knows It;
It's Easy For "Gentleman, One".
The Crash Comes As Soon As The Seasons,
He Loses His Coin In A Mine,
Or Booming In Land, Or For Reasons
Connected With Women And Wine.
Or Maybe The Cards Or The Horses
A Share Of The Damage Have Done --
No Matter, The End Of The Course Is
The Same: "Re A Gentleman, One."
He Struggles Awhile To Keep Going,
To Stave Off Detection And Shame;
But Creditors, Clamorous Growing,
Ere Long Put An End To The Game.
At Length The Poor Soldier Of Satan
His Course To A Finish Has Run --
And Just Think Of Windeyer Waiting
To Deal With "A Gentleman, One"!
And Some Face It Boldly, And Brazen
The Shame And The Utter Disgrace;
While Others, More Sensitive, Hasten
Their Names And Their Deeds To Efface.
They Snap The Frail Thread Which The Furies
And Fates Have So Cruelly Spun.
May The Great Final Judge And His Juries
Have Mercy On "Gentleman, One"!
And Know That There's Mischief In Store;
That Some Unprofessional Caper
Has Landed A Shark On The Shore.
We Know There'll Be Plenty Of Trouble
Before They Get Through With The Fun,
Because He's Been Coming The Double
On Clients, Has "Gentleman, One".
Alas For The Gallant Attorney,
Intent Upon Cutting A Dash!
He Starts On Life's Perilous Journey
With Rather More Cunning Than Cash.
And Fortune At First Is Inviting --
He Struts His Brief Hour In The Sun --
But, Lo! On The Wall Is The Writing
Of Nemesis, "Gentleman, One".
For Soon He Runs Short Of The Dollars,
He Fears He Must Go To The Wall;
So Peters' Trust-Money He Collars
To Pay Off His Creditor, Paul;
Then Robs Right And Left -- For He Goes It
In Earnest When Once He's Begun.
Descensus Averni -- He Knows It;
It's Easy For "Gentleman, One".
The Crash Comes As Soon As The Seasons,
He Loses His Coin In A Mine,
Or Booming In Land, Or For Reasons
Connected With Women And Wine.
Or Maybe The Cards Or The Horses
A Share Of The Damage Have Done --
No Matter, The End Of The Course Is
The Same: "Re A Gentleman, One."
He Struggles Awhile To Keep Going,
To Stave Off Detection And Shame;
But Creditors, Clamorous Growing,
Ere Long Put An End To The Game.
At Length The Poor Soldier Of Satan
His Course To A Finish Has Run --
And Just Think Of Windeyer Waiting
To Deal With "A Gentleman, One"!
And Some Face It Boldly, And Brazen
The Shame And The Utter Disgrace;
While Others, More Sensitive, Hasten
Their Names And Their Deeds To Efface.
They Snap The Frail Thread Which The Furies
And Fates Have So Cruelly Spun.
May The Great Final Judge And His Juries
Have Mercy On "Gentleman, One"!
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