by revd | Sep 6, 2024 | Christ-likeness
So I go out: my little sweet is done: I have drawn heat from this contagious sun: To not ungentle death now forth I run…. Now I am minded to take pipe in hand And yield a song to the decaying year… So late the hoar green chestnut breaks a bud, And...
by revd | Feb 10, 2023 | Humankind
The sun itself, which makes times as they pass, Is elder by a year now than then it was, When thou and I first one another saw; All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay; This, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday. Running, it never runs from...
