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Life is bitter

by William Ernest Henley

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Drawing the boundary…

To a Tune

by Philip Bourke Marston

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Life is bitter

by William Ernest Henley

Life is bitter. All the faces of the years,
Young and old, are gray with travail and with tears.
Must we only wake to toil, to tire, to weep?
In the sun, among the leaves, upon the flowers,
Slumber stills to dreamy death the heavy hours…
Let me sleep.

Riches won but mock the old, unable years;
Fame's a pearl that hides beneath a sea of tears;
Love must wither, or must live alone and weep.
In the sunshine, through the leaves, across the flowers,
While we slumber, death approaches through the hours…
Let me sleep.

To a Tune

by Philip Bourke Marston

O wild, sweet tune, of which my soul is fain, 
Through the loud sound of sea and tempest heard. 
Like the low moan of a wind-driven bird, — 
O sad, sweet tune! O passionate, wild strain! 
Full of past joy, dead hope, and present pain, — 
Once more I catch thee, and my heart is stirr'd. 
Stung sharply by that one great, simple word, 
Gone as a dream that shall not come again. 

Once more I see my lady's warm, flushed face; 
See her deep amorous eyes, and swept back hair; 
Yea, hear the tender sobbing of her breath. 
O tune, made sad with all sweet things that were! 
O tune, keep back, or quite restore those days. 
That, past, crown life, or break our wills for death! 

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