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Paul.S
Three days I heard them grieve when I lay dead,
(It was so strange to me that they should weep!)
Tall candles burned about me in the dark,
And a great crucifix was on my breast,
And a great silence filled the lonesome room.
I heard one whisper, “Lo! the dawn is breaking,
And he has lost the wonder of the day.”
Another came whom I had loved on earth,
And kissed my brow and brushed my dampened hair.
Softly she spoke: “Oh, that he should not see
The April that his spirit bathed in! Birds
Are singing in the orchard, and the grass
That soon will cover him is growing green.
The daisies whiten on the emerald hills,
And the immortal magic that he loved
Wakens again—and he has fallen asleep.”
Another said: “Last night I saw the moon
Like a tremendous lantern shine in heaven,
And I could only think of him—and sob.
For I remembered evenings wonderful
When he was faint with Life’s sad loveliness,
And watched the silver ribbons wandering far
Along the shore, and out upon the sea.
Oh, I remembered how he loved the world,
The sighing ocean and the flaming stars,
The everlasting glamour God has given—
His tapestries that wrap the earth’s wide room.
I minded me of mornings filled with rain
When he would sit and listen to the sound
As if it were lost music from the spheres.
He loved the crocus and the hawthorn-hedge,
He loved the shining gold of buttercups,
And the low droning of the drowsy bees
That boomed across the meadows. He was glad
At dawn or sundown; glad when Autumn came
With her worn livery and scarlet crown,
And glad when Winter rocked the earth to rest.
Strange that he sleeps today when Life is young,
And the wild banners of the Spring are blowing
With green inscriptions of the old delight.”
I heard them whisper in the quiet room.
I longed to open then my sealèd eyes,
And tell them of the glory that was mine.
There was no darkness where my spirit flew,
There was no night beyond the teeming world.
Their April was like winter where I roamed;
Their flowers were like stones where now I fared.
Earth’s day! it was as if I had not known
What sunlight meant!… Yea, even as they grieved
For all that I had lost in their pale place,
I swung beyond the borders of the sky,
And floated through the clouds, myself the air,
Myself the ether, yet a matchless being
Whom God had snatched from penury and pain
To draw across the barricades of heaven.
I climb beyond the sun, beyond the moon;
In flight on flight I touched the highest star;
I plunged to regions where the Spring is born,
Myself (I asked not how) the April wind,
Myself the elements that are of God.
Up flowery stairways of eternity
I whirled in wonder and untrammeled joy,
An atom, yet a portion of His dream—
His dream that knows no end….
I want to win at OT so bad this season, more than any time in my life. A win at OT followed by Rafa planting a Liverpool flag in the centre circle ala Souness would be awesome.
"Its not about the long ball or the short ball, its about the right ball." Bob Paisley
I want to win at OT so bad this season, more than any time in my life. A win at OT followed by Rafa planting a Liverpool flag in the centre circle ala Souness would be awesome.
I want to win at OT so bad this season, more than any time in my life. A win at OT followed by Rafa planting a Liverpool flag in the centre circle ala Souness would be awesome.
well he's not in a position to talk about respective chances in the league yet this season so if he wants to rant he's going to have to make stuff up. and despite showing off the new word he learned - churlish - sadly "ironic" is some way off in the dictionary just yet.
once again fergie appears to have come out on top. thats what pissed me off with the whole deal. we had little to gain. considering the rivarly between the two clubs unless where're trying to steal their star player its never going to be worth the hassle.
They hate us and 'most' of us hate them. Thats the way it should be. Lets hope we've learnt our lesson and don't get our fingers burnt again. Lets get on with winning games and topping that there table.
Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won’t expect it back. Oscar Wilde
All I have read is hate, irony and more hate but the fact is we hate the scum for having a purple nosed, haggis eating, whisky drinking, moaning, pensioner of a manager and having that ****ing stupid jump. When it comes to tactics, the guys ****e, he doesn't know what he is up to- remember Milan? The guy is flooky as ****, all those jammy wins when they play so ****e- its ****ing unbelievable the amount of murder they get away with. Seige mentality!!!!
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