Thou knowest all; I seek in vain
What lands to till or sow with seed -
The land is black with briar and weed,
Nor cares for falling tears or rain.
Thou knowest all; I sit and wait
With blinded eyes and hands that fail,
Till the last lifting of the veil
And the first opening of the gate.
Thou knowest all; I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity.
-Oscar Wilde
3 comments:
This is very pretty but I am embarrassed to say that I don't understand this either.
Signing off in a way that you would take an "awkward sip"
Everly
Really Beautiful -Rita
Okay,
once again, I thought I didn't understand but I do. I need to stop reading so far into things. This is really pretty and I am glad you posted it Brina (ha ha, I made nickname) where did you find it?
Everly
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