Life has two ways of giving: from the one We keep a little while the golden light, Love's nearness, and a shelter from the night, Our fields to sow and reap, with rain and sun. We fill our bins and mows but that is done In vain if hearts be empty, if the flight Of wings made skies no clearer to our sight, If we but pause where vision had begun. Life has two ways of giving: from the other We keep the only permanence we know By sharing treasures that we hold in trust ... Song for the songless, raiment for another And food, where torrents and the tempests go, And dreams to star again the mortal dust! |