With so much of labour and sweating
Is not mine,
New renter will come
And claim it over,
My house
Which appears to be mine
Is theirs
As they are coming to occupy
It.
With the critics
Has now fallen silent
After their departure
One by one
Exiting from
From the stage
And leaving me
And poetry.
My father,
My mother,
My aunt,
My youngest brother,
My eldest brother,
All of them are gone,
Now how much lonely feel I
That you don’t know,
I pray to God to take me away too.
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The guardian walls of Honour made,
The roof of Faith is built above,
The fire upon the hearth is Love:
Though rains descend and loud winds call,
This happy house shall never fall.
THE DOORSTEAD
The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride:
The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside:
The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend:
This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend.
THE HEARTHSTONE
When the logs are burning free,
Then the fire is full of glee:
When each heart gives out its best,
Then the talk is full of zest:
Light your fire and never fear,
Life was made for love and cheer.
THE SUN-DIAL
Time can never take
What Time did not give;
When my shadows have all passed,
You shall live.