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Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this Sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits - and then Remold it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
I come like Water, and like Wind I go.
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
The King in a carriage may ride, And the beggar may crawl at his side; But in the general race, They are traveling all the same pace.
'Tis all a Checkerboard of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and stays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two - is gone.
After a momentary silence spake Some Vessel of a more ungainly Make; "They sneer at me for leaning all awry: What! did the Hand of the Potter shake?"
Striking from the Calendar Unborn Tomorrow and dead Yesterday.
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close!
