Too Much of LIfe
Too many thoughts are ours to share,
Too little love we call our own
Though multitudes of men are there.
Where madness rules the lives of men,
Where he who dares design of love
Lives not to dare the deed again.
There is no death that can compare
Where loving hearts are crucified,
And multitudes of men are there.
I Would Have Brought You Fire
When you were cold and lonely and in doubt.
I would have brought you laughter for your tears
And given you new dreams to dream about.
And sorrow has lent beauty to your face,
And should I cast aside this cloak of years
And live forever after in disgrace—
It is an old temptation sprung anew,
Yet must not be.
Ah, look at me and you shall see
I am, my love, as miserable as you!
These poems were originally published in 1942 in a collection titled ‘The Death of the Scharnhorst and other poems’. These are now in the public domain.
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