But when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy...
Dare not indulge in Memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?
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This is really beautiful. Wow.
ReplyDeleteOh! perhaps I should note that I did not write this but I also don't know who did...found it on facebook randomly. And it is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOh I was so impressed by you! But I still think you're pretty great for posting it in the first place! I love poetry.
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