Let Love Go, If Go She Will.

(I believe - Let Love Go, If Go She Will.)

Let Love Go, If Go She Will


Let love go, if go she will.
Seek not, O fool, her wanton flight to stay.
Of all she gives and takes away
The best remains behind her still.

The best remains behind; in vain
Joy she may give and take again,
Joy she may take and leave us pain,
If yet she leave behind
The constant mind
To meet all fortunes nobly, to endure
All things with a good heart, and still be pure,
Still to be foremost in the foremost cause,
And still be worthy of the love that was.
Love coming is omnipotent indeed,
But not Love going. Let her go. The seed
Springs in the favouring Summer air, and grows,
And waxes strong; and when the Summer goes,
Remains, a perfect tree.

Joy she may give and take again,
Joy she may take and leave us pain.
O Love, and what care we?
For one thing thou hast given, O Love, one thing
Is ours that nothing can remove;
And as the King discrowned is still a King,
The unhappy lover still preserves his love.

- Robert Louis Stevenson


Let Love Go,
If you want Love to still remain.

- Ghostwise.

I Waited Too Long To Kiss Her In The Rain

(The rain continued today...)

April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

- Langston Hughes


I love the rain most because it drowns my pain.
And when it can't, it hides it from prying eyes.

- Ghostwise

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I should have kissed her if the rain
Had lasted a minute more.

- Thomas Hardy


But the rain stopped and she
Was kissed by the sun instead.

- Ghostwise

Praising Makes The Remembrance Dear.

(Today, I was at a lost so I turned to Shakespeare...)

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

- William Shakespeare


And makes the lost all the more painful.

- Ghostwise

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Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

- William Shakespeare


Not to sit and wail your loss but to seek to redress their harms, that is wise. But cheerily? That. Mr. Shakespeare, is asking too much!

- Ghostwise

Dolls.

(I've just written a post on Kokeshi, Japanese wooden doll in Ghost Walk. So I searched for something to write about dolls. I found this poignant poem about a girl who played with dolls. When she outgrew them, she puts them away in a box intending to give them to her children one day to play. But tragically, she made a vow to never wed when she buried the one she loved. A rainy day when she was old, she discovered the dolls again... This poem made me sad.)

DOLLS

She said: “I am too old to play
With dolls,” and put them all away,
Into a box, one rainy day.

I think she must have felt some pain,
She looked so long into the rain,
Then sighed: “I'll bring you out again;

“For I'll have little children too,
With sunny hair and eyes of blue
And they will play and play with you.

“And now good-bye, my pretty dears;
There in the dark for years and years,
Dream of your little mother's tears.”

Eglantine, Pierrot and Marie Claire,
Topsy and Tiny and Teddy Bear,
Side by side in the coffer there.

Time went by; one day she kneeled
By a wooden Cross in Flanders Field,
And wept for the One the earth concealed;

And made a vow she would never wed,
But always be true to the deathless dead,
Until the span of her life be sped.

More years went on and they made her wise
By sickness and pain and sacrifice,
With greying tresses and tired eyes.

And then one evening of weary rain,
She opened the old oak box again,
And her heart was clutched with an ancient pain

For there in the quiet dark they lay,
Just as they were when she put them away.
O but it seemed like yesterday!

Topsy and Tiny and Teddy Bear,
Eglantine, Pierrot and Marie Claire,
Ever so hopefully waiting there.

But she looked at them through her blinding tears,
And she said: “You've been patient, my pretty dears;
You've waited and waited all these years.

“I've broken a promise I made so true;
But my heart, my darlings, is broken too:
No little Mothers have I for you.

“My hands are withered, my hair is grey;
Yet just for a moment I'll try to play
With you as I did that long dead day.

“Ah no, I cannot. I try in vain.
I stare and I stare into the rain.
I'll put you back in your box again.

“Bless you, darlings, perhaps one day,
Some little Mother will find you and play,
And once again you'll be glad and gay.

“But when in the friendly dark I lie,
No one will ever love you as I.
My little children. good-bye. good-bye.”

-Robert Service


When dolls are all we have to play...

- Ghostwise

True Friends Stab You In The Front.

“True friends stab you in the front.”

- Oscar Wilde


And feels the stab himself.

- Ghostwise

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“A friend is someone who, upon seeing another friend in immense pain, would rather be the one experiencing the pain than to have to watch their friend suffer.”

- Anonymous


If you would not suffer his pain, you're not much of a friend.

- Ghostwise