Seasons of the Heart
The tender human heart has its seasons:
Its summer’s joy, but sorrows when it snows.
When silence comes, and peace surrounds,
Its autumn falls, then solitude, its golden spring!
Composed by V on 30th November, 2009 04:57
The tender human heart has its seasons:
Its summer’s joy, but sorrows when it snows.
When silence comes, and peace surrounds,
Its autumn falls, then solitude, its golden spring!
Composed by V on 30th November, 2009 04:57
Every man drowned in deep contemplation Perceives the world as part his own creation. Nothing can outrun the clock’s relentless tick, Nor life control what death shall next pick But wit applied can soon buy us an hour To say a prayer, or bequeath our power, And embrace the bright light without a fight. Rejoice,…
‘Twas when I saw the mighty sky Shutting its majestic eye Slowly in a mighty wink. As the icy wind took wing To its hole the mole did sink And the nightingale soon ceased to sing. In a thrust, out of the sky Shot an arm that struck so nigh Faster than a mortal’s eye……