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The Two Lives

by W. H. Davies

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Drawing the boundary…

Lost Blisses

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

The Two Lives

by W. H. Davies

Now how could I, with gold to spare,
Who know the harlot's arms, and wine,
Sit in this green field all alone,
If Nature was not truly mine?

That Pleasure life wakes stale at morn,
From heavy sleep that no rest brings:
This life of quiet joy wakes fresh,
And claps its wings at morn, and sings.

So here sit I, alone till noon,
In one long dream of quiet bliss;
I hear the lark and share his joy,
With no more winedrops than were his.

Such, Nature, is thy charm and power—
Since I have made the Muse my wife—
To keep me from the harlot's arms,
And save me from a drunkard's life.

Lost Blisses

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Think, O Heart, what sweet—had you waited
A moment, on such a day—
Had yet been to do or to say
That shall never be said now or done!

Think what beautiful worlds uncreated
The clouds then bore back to the sun;
What blisses were all frustrated;
What loves, that were almost begun!

Think, O Life,—had your stream but drifted
To this or that holier Past,
Or Future that must come at last—
Think, O sorrowful Life, and repent—

How the sorrowful days had been gifted
With solace and ravishment,
And year after year slowly lifted
To heavens of golden content!

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