THE
DOUBTERS
AND THE
LOVERS
THE
DOUBTERS:
YE love, and
sonnets
write!
Fate's
strange
behest!
The heart,
its hidden
meaning to
declare,
Must seek
for rhymes,
uniting pair
with pair:
Learn,
children,
that the
will is
weak, at
best.
Scarcely
with freedom
the
o'erflowing
breast
As yet can
speak, and
well may it
beware;
Tempestuous
passions
sweep each
chord that's
there,
Then once
more sink to
night and
gentle rest.
Why vex
yourselves
and us, the
heavy stone
Up the steep
path but
step by step
to roll?
It falls
again, and
ye ne'er
cease to
strive.
THE
LOVERS:
But we are
on the
proper road
alone!
If gladly is
to thaw the
frozen soul,
The fire of
love must
aye be kept
alive.
gifsbyoriza
