by John Vance Cheney
Wouldst hear strange music only the dreamer knows,
Breath sweeter than breathing of winds that have been with the rose?
Wouldst see strange light that deep in the shadow plays,
Wouldst pluck the secret from out the heart of the days?
Then follow Love and that other who feeds on her sweet;
Yea, follow Love and Grief, and fall low at their feet.
Last updated September 07, 2017