On Jan 4, 3:07 pm, RMJon23 <rmjo...@aol.com> wrote:
> THEY ARE NOT LONG"It is the black curtain of destiny which drops down before our
> THEY are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
> They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
> -Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)
brightest dreams. How often the phantoms of joy regale us, and dance
before us --- golden-winged, angel-faced, heart-warming, and make an
Elysium in which the dreaming soul bathes, and feels translated to
another existence; and then --- sudden as night, or a cloud --- a
word, a step, a thought, a memory will chase them away, like scared
deer vanishing over a gray horizon of moor-land!
I know not justly, if it be a weakness or a sin to create these
- "Reveries of a Bachelor", by Ik Marvel, 1863
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