Be False And FairWhen thou wert in Limbo lost, Heaven and Heaven I rail'd against Till even thee, in truth, Wast not spared my wrath. For I thought thou did deceive With thy honey-spoken love; Only to leave without a word As two moons pass'd the world. Yet with thy gift heart-given, All 'tis forgiven and forgotten 'Cos Eve was born to command Man like sand in her hand. So my fondest little wretch, To despair don't have me despatch (If I thou cease to care) But still be false and fair. |
The Spring Of PoetryWherefore does the poets' Muse dwell, Who feeds them feelings to pen o'so well; Is it in a peerless spirit to refine Or in drowning many a drear-drop of wine ? Wine never can make a witless man wise Nor ever does it nobly give rise To the soul's pursuit of Word-perfection Won by deep passion and devout dedication. So the Truth, my dearest bard-brothers, Lies not in the dream-drug of grape-waters But within our bosom-most selves For verses are born from heart derive. |