'All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them' John Fowles

Thursday, September 09, 2004

The Night Has a Thousand Eyes

The Night Has a Thousand Eyes
by Francis William Bourdillon

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

One of the simpler poems I've come across. Simple yet rings true.

ArghZ I should be hitting the books now...

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