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Rhyme II An aimless darting arrow Through the distance flying, Never knowing where Its target may be lying; A vagrant autumn leaf By sea winds whirled around, No one knowing where It will fall upon the ground; A towering ocean wave, Tossed in the storm's vast roar, Swirling, passing, unaware What beach it searches for; A light that flickers, shines, Wavers, all but dark, Nor knows which trembling gleam May be its final spark; All of this am I; I go my way unheeding, Never knowing where My footsteps may be leading. Rhyme IX The gentle breeze with a whispered cry Kisses the water it ripples in fun; The radiant clouds in the western sky Are purple and gold from the kiss of the sun; a flame slips round a tree trunk nigh To kiss with ardour another one; And the willow, trailing low its leaves, Returns to the river the kiss it receives. - Gustavo Adolfo Becquer The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze. |
