Endings
GOD loves the things that love to have an ending:
Oceans that do not roll into the sky,
Hills that are hills, and not ashamed of bending
Their heads beneath the thunders that go by.
Meadows that love a boundary-stream’s befriending,
Pastures that drift towards a forest nigh,
Waves that have crests, and have no fear of spending
Their final flash of crystal ere they die.
Oceans that do not roll into the sky,
Hills that are hills, and not ashamed of bending
Their heads beneath the thunders that go by.
Meadows that love a boundary-stream’s befriending,
Pastures that drift towards a forest nigh,
Waves that have crests, and have no fear of spending
Their final flash of crystal ere they die.
Roads without ending are not roads at all.
Books without covers are for winds to read.
Houses are ruins when they have no wall.
Leaves without blossoms are a useless weed.
Only one moment is all life a flower
After a rain’s end, after an April shower.
Books without covers are for winds to read.
Houses are ruins when they have no wall.
Leaves without blossoms are a useless weed.
Only one moment is all life a flower
After a rain’s end, after an April shower.
DANIEL SARGENT