You see it, you feel it
On a languid Summer's day,
The longing to climb the cumulus stairways
To the high blue portals of Elyseion.
...
Like ripples in an angel's wings
The rumours fly -
That there is Life in that abyss
Above we call the sky.
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Oh, that a bright mind would never die,
Or a fair spirit never fly;
Love cannot keep you here, nor Earth retain,
And Time knows not how to heal a memory's pain.
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You have seen the sunlight scatter jewels on the meadowgrass;
You have heard the trees lament the winds and whisper as they pass;
Who knows where tomorrow waits, or where was yesterday before:
Only that we are forever -
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I feel the Love that moves the Earth,
That stirs the sea and blows the sand;
All of my days so sadly stand -
There is no ring upon my hand.
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It's not for a child that I'm grieving,
No daughter, no son, not that;
But the memory I have that is sweetest -
The soul of a beautiful cat.
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in soft white pads the snowflakes fall,
They build, they drift, they cover all,
So unaware that they caress
The little grave my warm tears bless.
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A seagull's feather spirals
From the sky, and tells to me
'Time's chasing him
However far he'll fly; '
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Before you sweep this fragile life away
Know also that I, too, behold the light of day.
Neither why nor wherefore do I ask
Of things,
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Arkadian Sky
You see it, you feel it
On a languid Summer's day,
The longing to climb the cumulus stairways
To the high blue portals of Elyseion.
It is there where the roadways
Of past and future meet;
Where sweetheart waits for lover
From lives long flown away;
Where enemies forgive wrongs gone before;
And youth is sculpted in each form forever.
Do you build those crystal citadels,
You who die young?
Do we inherit that ancient Peace,
We, who die old?