![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-E-VkNoa0-v64nHJhWaP1x_sITRQCszKE_ySqnsDwS5dsPYVcM8yrdH6jjuKBxcaKh0o00CsVjJdzdqZdQEn0jGHl4XfcM-9De4DI7EW9iMbjsAGpl3c9Im3VU8xwXhaSlFZ26A/s400/01.06.0972.jpg)
The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field, He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
------------------------------------------
Some other verses that have given me a lifetime supply of thinking material:
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly--and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
- - - - - -
Ah! my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears To-day of past Regrets and future Fears To-morrow?--Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.
- - - - - -
Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same Door as in I went.
- - - - - -
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry, "Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry."
- - - - - -
One Moment in Annihilation's Waste, One moment, of the Well of Life to taste-- The Stars are setting, and the Caravan Starts for the dawn of Nothing--Oh, make haste!
- - - - - - -
There was a Door to which I found no Key: There was a Veil past which I could not see: Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE There seemed--and then no more of THEE and ME.
- - - - - -
Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn: And Lip to Lip it murmur'd--"While you live, Drink!--for once dead you never shall return."
- - - - - -
Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire! Would not we shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
- - - - - -
For in and out, above, about, below, 'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
- - - - - -
Into this Universe, and Why not knowing Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, - - - - - -
'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
- - - - - -
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq94Ijjyqy90682wgZ4kAh9HewD437fss-ZTHGdJVawXPrdn3EIhczSQgee16r8wnb5SZdvQfXHyI5SAahaFm9TUAKfWJ_HeVk8IfpZ8JeAHqk9vWgq0XMV_9AM6zOBvcwwamZ7A/s400/Blog+03a.jpg)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_rk-bz66LWcyNVK8bgw4n71JY2i9PBd0D8bBVfK8dXzf4ISlad16cdIdn6-44htXOSkVhZO5u8N74awczkhO3zvQHXXilkCUNLf9De3zsyyaunAPpDQ1Tbf_pYM3zMwGT7WP9A/s400/Blog+02a.jpg)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvWMhtWSVXlubZiOmGTBwbrL7d57-aiWeJv3bKipmBc9RDcLc0BKKCyDFsmpAUGF8usUqrT3GIuMtbsHoVtBLFisFgBIwV3PGCZDTR2oY_hwvftgv8NZzlK7C09lWmSs3hszizew/s400/Blog+01a.jpg)
No comments:
Post a Comment