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发帖数: 1617 | 1 To Carlotta on her Birthday
by O'Neill
Here
Is home.
Is peace.
Is quiet.
Here
Is love
That sits by the hearth
And smiles into the fire,
As into a memory
Of happiness,
As into the eyes
Of quiet.
Here
Is faith
That can be silent.
It is not afraid of silence.
It knows happiness
Is a deep pool
Of quiet.
Here
Sadness, too,
Is quiet.
Is the earth's sadness
On autumn afternoons
When days grow short,
And the year grows old,
When frost is in the air,
And suddenly one notices
Time's hair
Has grown whiter. |
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