Oct 2014
When sights and sounds and sentiments
Once real have lost their worth;
And when those fragile elements
Lie dust-like on the earth,
Then shall my heart no more conceal
What it would most express;
And shall I come at last to feel
That unaccustomed bliss.
Once real have lost their worth;
And when those fragile elements
Lie dust-like on the earth,
Then shall my heart no more conceal
What it would most express;
And shall I come at last to feel
That unaccustomed bliss.
This is the final stanza of my poem Frights and Fears from my book Uncultured Pearls. It's the only part of that poem that really pleases me.
