Poetry
Two young minds
In the long echoing life
Two young minds;
Found an element so fine,
Like red wine;
And sharpened their last breath,
Through the long echoing death. The pair loved many years
Endured life what God gave them,
Asked for them no second best
And celebrated life with no other but the rest;
In the long, long echoing life,
Through the long echoing death. Both loved the strange thoughts,
Not so sober for the sober though;
Yet knew how to laugh and weep and go;
And all the living mock
Drank the sweet extremity of their passion rough;
In the long echoing life
Through the long, long echoing death. The woman talked to make up solitudes
Sounded almost like the pretty autumn-time,
Blossoming and falling into a bursting rhyme;
It seemed the man knew this beautiful woman-soul
And was pleased to see the murdering look,
And dared enough to think to make it whole;
In their long echoing life,
Through their long echoing death. Travelled many moons
The two young soul
Through the days of their young and old,
Almost shared all the neighbouring mind,
Emptied the cage and let the cage-bird fly being so kind;
"Fifty years", the woman counted,
"Fifty sweet years", the man whispered,
Their love broods
Still in the long echoing life,
Still through the long echoing death.
Two young minds;
Found an element so fine,
Like red wine;
And sharpened their last breath,
Through the long echoing death. The pair loved many years
Endured life what God gave them,
Asked for them no second best
And celebrated life with no other but the rest;
In the long, long echoing life,
Through the long echoing death. Both loved the strange thoughts,
Not so sober for the sober though;
Yet knew how to laugh and weep and go;
And all the living mock
Drank the sweet extremity of their passion rough;
In the long echoing life
Through the long, long echoing death. The woman talked to make up solitudes
Sounded almost like the pretty autumn-time,
Blossoming and falling into a bursting rhyme;
It seemed the man knew this beautiful woman-soul
And was pleased to see the murdering look,
And dared enough to think to make it whole;
In their long echoing life,
Through their long echoing death. Travelled many moons
The two young soul
Through the days of their young and old,
Almost shared all the neighbouring mind,
Emptied the cage and let the cage-bird fly being so kind;
"Fifty years", the woman counted,
"Fifty sweet years", the man whispered,
Their love broods
Still in the long echoing life,
Still through the long echoing death.
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