DEATH and LOVE.
Thus runs the maxim, “All are born to die.”Grief follows joy as twilight follows day.Old loves depart and beauty will not stay.Wherefore, too sad to weep, henceforth must IEncounter only Death, the Passer-By.For every pleasure we with sorrow pay,We are but dreamers, dreaming dreams by day.Yet there be those who suffer cruellyWho find a rainbow in their cup of tears.Smiles beget smiles on faces sad as ours,The pale moonlight silvers the sobbing sea.One love supreme and constant through the yearsIs dearer than fine rubies, sweet as flowers,Sweet and as dear as that you gave to me.—William Theodore Peters.
Thus runs the maxim, “All are born to die.”Grief follows joy as twilight follows day.Old loves depart and beauty will not stay.Wherefore, too sad to weep, henceforth must IEncounter only Death, the Passer-By.For every pleasure we with sorrow pay,We are but dreamers, dreaming dreams by day.Yet there be those who suffer cruellyWho find a rainbow in their cup of tears.Smiles beget smiles on faces sad as ours,The pale moonlight silvers the sobbing sea.One love supreme and constant through the yearsIs dearer than fine rubies, sweet as flowers,Sweet and as dear as that you gave to me.—William Theodore Peters.
Thus runs the maxim, “All are born to die.”Grief follows joy as twilight follows day.Old loves depart and beauty will not stay.Wherefore, too sad to weep, henceforth must IEncounter only Death, the Passer-By.For every pleasure we with sorrow pay,We are but dreamers, dreaming dreams by day.Yet there be those who suffer cruellyWho find a rainbow in their cup of tears.Smiles beget smiles on faces sad as ours,The pale moonlight silvers the sobbing sea.One love supreme and constant through the yearsIs dearer than fine rubies, sweet as flowers,Sweet and as dear as that you gave to me.
Thus runs the maxim, “All are born to die.”
Grief follows joy as twilight follows day.
Old loves depart and beauty will not stay.
Wherefore, too sad to weep, henceforth must I
Encounter only Death, the Passer-By.
For every pleasure we with sorrow pay,
We are but dreamers, dreaming dreams by day.
Yet there be those who suffer cruelly
Who find a rainbow in their cup of tears.
Smiles beget smiles on faces sad as ours,
The pale moonlight silvers the sobbing sea.
One love supreme and constant through the years
Is dearer than fine rubies, sweet as flowers,
Sweet and as dear as that you gave to me.
—William Theodore Peters.
—William Theodore Peters.