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The Phoenix Williamsji Maveli Phoenix Birds have no doom From scented snow of bloom You thrush that serenades me daily Would not trill out his glee so gaily, Could he foretell his wrongful breath Would sadly soon be stilled in death. Yon lambs that frolic on the lea Would scarce disport them could they see And incarnate the joy of life, The shadow of the butcher’s knife: Oh Nature, with your loving Ruth, You spare them knowledge of Dark Truth. Creation’s triumph ultimate Where you will be intimate To bring the sad humanity alone, The grimness of the grave is known, The dusty destiny is ever unknown the bird and beast in their elegance Effulgence it’s all in ignorance! Oh man, provisioning the hearse, With fortitude accept your curse! WILLIAMSJI MAVELI www.williamsji.com [email protected]
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Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 10:29 PM UTC
The Phoenix
The Phoenix Williamsji Maveli Phoenix Birds have no doom From scented snow of bloom You thrush that serenades me daily Would not trill out his glee so gaily, Could he foretell his wrongful breath Would sadly soon be stilled in death. Yon lambs that frolic on the lea Would scarce disport them could they see And incarnate the joy of life, The shadow of the butcher’s knife: Oh Nature, with your loving Ruth, You spare them knowledge of Dark Truth. Creation’s triumph ultimate Where you will be intimate To bring the sad humanity alone, The grimness of the grave is known, The dusty destiny is ever unknown the bird and beast in their elegance Effulgence it’s all in ignorance! Oh man, provisioning the hearse, With fortitude accept your curse! WILLIAMSJI MAVELI www.williamsji.com [email protected]
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Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 10:29 PM UTC
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