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Our frailties are invincible, our virtues barren;
The battle goes sore against us to the going down of the sun.
Robert Louis Stevenson
(PULVIS ET UMBRA fr. Across the Plains)
Wandering between two worlds, one dead
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
Matthew Arnold
(fr. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse)
Your smile lights up my world
like the sun lights up our earthly one
and my heart sings out in joy.
For I have found you, or you me.
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The love of time and the grief of time,
the harmony of life and life in change.
Dead eyes have loved and changed.
In the grief of time I hide:
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Make love in a rainforest,
Make love in the snow;
Through a storm in a graveyard
That’s how it would go.
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I love travelling o’er hills and dipping into valleys,
Moving across mountains and sweeping plains.
I love resting in the shadows and reflections of sunlight in hidden caves.
But nothing can compare to the brimming lake of liquid sweetness
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