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Thursday, May 10, 2001

Winter Stores

Rating: 3.5
WE take from life one little share,
And say that this shall be
A space, redeemed from toil and care,
From tears and sadness free.

And, haply, Death unstrings his bow
And Sorrow stands apart,
And, for a little while, we know
The sunshine of the heart.

Existence seems a summer eve,
Warm, soft, and full of peace;
Our free, unfettered feelings give
The soul its full release.

A moment, then, it takes the power,
To call up thoughts that throw
Around that charmed and hallowed hour,
This life's divinest glow.

But Time, though viewlessly it flies,
And slowly, will not stay;
Alike, through clear and clouded skies,
It cleaves its silent way.

Alike the bitter cup of grief,
Alike the draught of bliss,
Its progress leaves but moment brief
For baffled lips to kiss.

The sparkling draught is dried away,
The hour of rest is gone,
And urgent voices, round us, say,
' Ho, lingerer, hasten on !'

And has the soul, then, only gained,
From this brief time of ease,
A moment's rest, when overstrained,
One hurried glimpse of peace ?

No; while the sun shone kindly o'er us,
And flowers bloomed round our feet,­
While many a bud of joy before us
Unclosed its petals sweet,­

An unseen work within was plying;
Like honey-seeking bee,
From flower to flower, unwearied, flying,
Laboured one faculty,­

Thoughtful for Winter's future sorrow,
Its gloom and scarcity;
Prescient to-day, of want to-morrow,
Toiled quiet Memory.

'Tis she that from each transient pleasure
Extracts a lasting good;
'Tis she that finds, in summer, treasure
To serve for winter's food.

And when Youth's summer day is vanished,
And Age brings Winter's stress,
Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished,
Life's evening hours will bless.
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COMMENTS
Practicing Poetess 25 September 2017
The Bronte sisters were the best!
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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 25 September 2017
And when Youth's summer day is vanished, And Age brings Winter's stress, Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished, Life's evening hours will bless. Our free, unfettered feelings give The soul its full release. A benign reflection by Charlotte Bronte
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Edward Kofi Louis 25 September 2017
The sunshine of the heart! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Rajendra Rout 25 September 2017
it was a very beautiful poem.thanks for shairing...10++++
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 25 September 2017
Existence seems a summer eve, Warm, soft, and full of peace; Our free, unfettered feelings give The soul its full release. Nice poem sir. Thanks for the sharing.
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Kumarmani Mahakul 25 September 2017
And when Youth's summer day is vanished, And Age brings Winter's stress, Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished, Life's evening hours will bless... lovely ending. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratulation to his soul.
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Anuranjita Ghadei 25 September 2017
An unseen work within was plying; Like honey-seeking bee, From flower to flower, unwearied, flying, beautiful poem. Thanks poet.
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Dr Dillip K Swain 25 September 2017
Whah..a masterly art..a wonderful poem..a very substantial presentation of the day!
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Bernard F. Asuncion 25 September 2017
Such a great poem posted here....
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