(1721-1770 / England)

In The Forest

HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,
Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre
Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red,
Here let us burn them in noon's flaming torches of fire.


We are weary, my heart, we are weary, so long we have borne
The heavy loved burden of dreams that are dead, let us rest,
Let us scatter their ashes away, for a while let us mourn;
We will rest, O my heart, till the shadows are gray in the west.

But soon we must rise, O my heart, we must wander again
Into the war of the world and the strife of the throng;
Let us rise, O my heart, let us gather the dreams that remain,
We will conquer the sorrow of life with the sorrow of song.

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Comments (5)

Tempt me no more....a very strong revolt against deceitful lover. Let it be as said; Let every man resist such a lover.
THE FLAMES OF HERO. Heirs the thy chorous, Slept not thy songs for thee, Still the spirit praised, Even wonders if thy not, Darkness comprehends light, The flames of hero's pledged. Songs Seized not thy mouth, There to gateway on terrestrial, Founds to locking life, For thy will not just vain, Flames of hero. Knows not in thy midst....., For thy stand and hold thee fresh, Many are called, Then few were of the choosed, contemplations was for verse, Flames of hero's called. Thought had lives, Could because walking, Platters was imprisonment of mind, Many being called, Are liers' note, And few being choosed, Are the flames of hero. Poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel.
Fantastic expression. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratulations to his soul for being selected as poem of the day.
Away! away! Tempt me no more, insidious Love: At length thy treason is discern'd..... //..... disdainful expression of betrayal in love. Thanks.
Such an interesting write written long ago....