Hope Within Love



About  WHAT  had "Theocritus sung", I wonder?

The same as I?   And what music had HE heard?

"Inimitable tenderness" * I had read; am I so tender?

"Passion naturally, freely expressed"* Art's simplest word!



Old Theo (to ME obscure) SHE has read and translated!

"Old, Sweet Years" she knew, he knew; ( we'll know. )

Theo's words make her cry, Melancholia's quest unsated;

whether "Passed" excels "Shall Come", Time shall show.





A Shape behind me---(a Muse?)---I feel, not SEE.

"Bring You Love, or less, for me?" pleads my heart.

The silver threads unwind from sheaves of Memory,

as Star-dust blots the eyes, should tear-drops start.





coda:     A babbling brook laughs and sings without abate;

     its rock-troubled waters so swiftly move.

         The stream...is Life, the rocks...are Fate:

     the Music and the Voices...are our Love.





               *  John Dryden, critique

                          (1631 ~ 1700)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Searching for "Theocritus" will expand your poetic horizons.

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