However long the night, the dawn will break. African.


The Beauty of Life


I had not dreamed that life could be so fair,

Until you kissed its meaning into me,

And sent my soul along its airy lea

To find a sudden beauty everywhere.

Make me a couch of grass, Love, green and rare,

A pansy-pillow, filled with rosemary;

And be your face the only light I see

Through the dark curtain of my falling hair!

So shall the wandering winds that come our way

Pause as they pass and tiptoe overhead,

Fearing to stir the stream of dewy sleep

That loops our lives and holds our souls in sway;

And if Death comes with sad and pensive tread

We shall not hear the tears his angels weep.


Zora Cross


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