Barbs
08-27-2002, 09:55 PM
To Truth
If lovers were as seeming lovers be
Yet might you chance upon a virgin maid,
Whom Cupid missed to mark with treachery,
A glowing visage fated ne'er to fade;
But even angels from their perch do fall,
As maidens stumble o'er naivete,
A moment's bliss; and once, twice, thrice in all,
And then the eve, a garden lost was she;
And ere the moon could reap the sprouting grain
The sun from her a luminescence stole,
'Til dusk to dawn and she be on the wane,
And dust to dust as death ebbed near his goal;
If living love in purity be true
Know ye then -- 'Truth shall reign again anew."
*This was a (poor) attempt on my part to emulate the master, John Keats*
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If lovers were as seeming lovers be
Yet might you chance upon a virgin maid,
Whom Cupid missed to mark with treachery,
A glowing visage fated ne'er to fade;
But even angels from their perch do fall,
As maidens stumble o'er naivete,
A moment's bliss; and once, twice, thrice in all,
And then the eve, a garden lost was she;
And ere the moon could reap the sprouting grain
The sun from her a luminescence stole,
'Til dusk to dawn and she be on the wane,
And dust to dust as death ebbed near his goal;
If living love in purity be true
Know ye then -- 'Truth shall reign again anew."
*This was a (poor) attempt on my part to emulate the master, John Keats*
<!--EDIT|Barbs|Aug 28 2002, 03:55 AM-->