LOVE; what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
Life; what is life? Upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart.
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I think it better that in times like these a poets mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right
by Eugene Field
It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joy
That's sure to come this time o' year to every little boy;
For, every June, the Sunday-schools at picnics may be seen,