Whatever's Lost, It First Was

For Me, My Heart, That Erst Did Go Most Like A Tired Child At A Show, That Sees Through Tears The Mummers Leap, Would Now Its Wearied Vision Close, Would Childlike On His Love Repose, Who Giveth His Beloved, Sleep.

And I Must Bear What Is Ordained With Patience, Being Aware Necessity Doth Front The Universe With An Invincible Gesture.

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.

And Each Man Stands With His Face In The Light. Of His Own Drawn Sword, Ready To Do What A Hero Can.

Like To Write? Of Course, Of Course I Do. I Seem To Live While I Write - It Is Life, For Me.