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Brand
New At The Wandering Hermit!
We now have a bulletin board to discuss all the topics on The Wandering
Hermit. Please stop by and ask questions about the tutorials,
discuss
some poetry (or even post your own poetry), or talk about a number of
metaphysical topicslike Tarot, Astrology, Rebirthing, Past Lives, or
Spiritual Growth.
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Do Not
Go Gentle into that Good Night
by Dylan
Thomas
Do
not go gentle into that good night,
Old age
should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage
against the dying of the light.
Though
wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because
their words had forked no lightning, they
Do not go
gentle into that good night.
Good
men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their
frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage
against the dying of the light.
Wild
men who caught and sang the sun in flight
And learn,
too late, they grieved it on its way
Do not go
gentle into that good night.
Grave
men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes
could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage
against the dying of the light.
And
you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse,
bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go
gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage
against the dying of the light.
She
Walks in Beauty
by George
Gordon, Lord Byron
She
walks in beauty, like the night
Of
cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all
that's best of dark and bright
Meet in
her aspect and her eyes:
Thus
mellow'd to that tender light
Which
heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade
the more, one ray the less,
Had half
impair'd the nameless grace
Which
waves in every raven tress,
Or softly
lightens o'er her face;
Where
thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure,
how dear their dwelling-place.
And on
that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft,
so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles
that win, the tints that glow,
But tell
of days in goodness spent,
A mind at
peace with all below,
A heart
whose love is innocent!
So We'll
Go No More A-Roving
by George
Gordon, Lord Byron
So
we'll go no more a roving
So late
into the night,
Though the
heart be still as loving,
And the
moon be still as bright.
For
the sword outwears its sheath,
And the
soul wears out the breast,
And the
heart must pause to breathe,
And Love
itself have rest.
Though
the night was made for loving,
And the
day returns too soon,
Yet we'll
go no more a roving
By the
light of the moon.
My Luv Is
Like a Red, Red Rose
by Robert
Burns
O my
luv is like a red, red rose
That's
newly sprung in June.
O my luv
is like the melody
That's
sweetly played in tune.
As
fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in
luv am I,
And I will
luv thee still, my dear,
Till a'
the seas gang dry.
Till
a' the seas gang dry, my dear
And the
rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will
luv thee still, my dear
While the
sands o' life shall run.
And
fare thee weel my only luve
And fare
thee weel a while!
And I will
come again, my luv,
Tho' it
were ten thousand mile!
There
Are Men too Gentle to Live Among Wolves
James
Kavanaugh
There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who
prey upon them with IBM eyes
And sell
their hearts and guts for martinis at noon.
There are
men to gentle for a savage world
Who dream
instead of snow and children and Halloween
And wonder
if leaves will change their color soon.
There
are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who anoint
them for burial with greedy claws
And murder
them for a merchant's profit and gain.
There are
men to gentle for a corporate world
Who dream
instead of candied apples and ferris wheels
And pause
to hear the distant whistle of a train.
There
are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who devour
them with eager appetite and search
For other
men to prey upon and suck their childhood dry.
There are
men too gentle for an accountant's world
Who dream
instead of Easter eggs and fragrant grass
And search
for beauty in the mystery of the sky.
There
are men to gentle to live among wolves
Who toss
them like a lost and wounded dove.
Such
gentle men are lonely in a merchant's world
Unless
they have a gentle one to love.
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