Earth and Clay
What ails you, o youthful soul ?
An indelible writ, some treacherous dole?
The delusion, that is fate's generous design;
Or, some unsated yearning, you repine?
There, in the depths of the unseen
Amid the moist groves, lush and green
With mirth flows the meandering brook,
Glistening with many shades, forbear, look ...
For, Here is an ethereal solace bestowed,
Unbreached by woes,in this tranquill abode.
In this serene woods, unspoken and kind
Abounds, what you desperately seek to find;
A moment's respite, a glimpse of the divine...
And what grieves you, frail, senescent being
The gloomy dusk, past the bountiful spring?
Mayhaps, the meagre share of ill-spent time
Seeking futile persuits worth not a dime...
There in the glades, the pansies bloom,
Gleeful, sans a hint of imminent doom,
Come winter; when spring shall fade
Those gay petals shall wither, ashen and dead
And yet they bloom, though death is nigh
The irrevocable fate; do they ruefully deny?
The enigma of life, who can wholly discern?
Well, dust we were, and to dust shall turn...
In earth and clay shall our being, to eternity sublime.