. Rabbi Ben Ezra and other poems . Thats a new question ; still replies the fact.Nothing endures : the wind moans, saying so ; IVe moan in acquiescence : theres lifes pact.Perhaps probation—do I know ? God does : endure His act ! Only, for man, how bitter not to grave On his sours hands^ palms one fair good wise thingJust as he grasped it ! For himself, deaths wave ; ff^hile time first washes—ah, the sting !—Oer all he V sink to save. Page 46.. James Lees Wife X Whence, judge if he learn forthwith what the windMeans in its moaning—by the happy prompt Instinctive way of youth, I mean ; for kind
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. Rabbi Ben Ezra and other poems . Thats a new question ; still replies the fact.Nothing endures : the wind moans, saying so ; IVe moan in acquiescence : theres lifes pact.Perhaps probation—do I know ? God does : endure His act ! Only, for man, how bitter not to grave On his sours hands^ palms one fair good wise thingJust as he grasped it ! For himself, deaths wave ; ff^hile time first washes—ah, the sting !—Oer all he V sink to save. Page 46.. James Lees Wife X Whence, judge if he learn forthwith what the windMeans in its moaning—by the happy prompt Instinctive way of youth, I mean ; for kindCalm years, exacting their accompt Of pain, mature the mind : XI And some midsummer morning, at the lullJust about daybreak, as he looks across A sparkling foreign country, wonderfulTo the seas edge for gloom and gloss, Next minute must annul.— XII Then, when the wind begins among the vines.So low, so low, what shall it say but this ? Here is the change beginning, here the linesCircumscribe beauty, set to bliss The limit time assigns. F 45 James Lees Wife XIII Nothing can be as it has been before; Better, so call >t, only not the same.To draw one beauty into our hearts core, And keep it changeless ! such our claim ;So answered, —Never more 1 XIV Simple ? Why this is the old woe o the world; Tune, to whose rise and fall we live and die.Rise with it, then ! Rejoice that man is hurled From change to change unceasingly, His souls win