The Passions |
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are the old desires that pass, The dreams of weary men, that die, The dreams that faint and fail, alas! And there the days of hope gone by! Uug Boots Ecco Receptor Shoes Echo Shoes Emerica Ellington Shoes Where to fly shall we find a place? Never a star shines late or soon: Weariness only with frozen face, And sheets of blue in the icy moon. Behold the fireless sick, and lo! Lambs whose pasture is only snow! Pity them all, O Lord, my prayer! For me, I wait the awakening call: I pray that slumber leave me soon. I wait until the sunlight fall On hands yet frozen by the moon. paths my passions tread: Laughter rings there, sorrow cries; Sick and sad, with half-shut eyes, Thro' the leaves the woods have shed, My sins like yellow mongrels slink; Uncouth hyenas, my hates complain, And on the pale and listless plain Couching low, love's lion's blink. Naturlizer Shoes Timberlend Boots Skecher Shoes Skechers Airators Powerless, deep in a dream of peace, Sunk in a languid spell they lie, Under a colourless, desolate sky, There they gaze and never cease, Where like sheep temptations graze, One by one departing slow: In the moon's unchanging glow My unchanging passions gaze. |