Too aged with hours o'er-passionate, Too deeply sung by throats That took no thought of weariness, Moving too madly toward the crest of things, Giving too freely of the fountaining sap, Crowding too gladly into grass and leaves, Breathing too blindly into flower and song!
"Open Water"
Arthur Stringer
Of life, the tumult all is o'er; No sounds to us from earth can soar, As heav'nward now our eyes we raise, And on the glorious stars we gaze.
"The Dead Lake and Other Tales"
Paul Heyse
Softly the waves of peace shall flow o'erwhelming every grief at last; And to our senses the bright glow Of endless love o'er all is cast.
"The Dead Lake and Other Tales"
Paul Heyse
