To Despair

I ever love where never hope appears,
Yet hope draws on my never-hoping care,
And my life's hope would die,
but for despair;
My never-certain joy breeds ever-certain fears;
Uncertain dread gives wings unto my hope,
Yet my hope's wings are laden so with fear
As they cannot ascend to my hope's sphere;
Though fear gives them more than a heav'nly scope,
Yet this large room is bounded with despair;
So my love is still fetter'd with vain hope,
And liberty deprives him of his scope,
And thus am I imprison'd in the air.
Then,
sweet despair,
awhile hold up thy head,
Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead.



Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?
Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots?
Who hears the regrets
of the thieving automobile?
Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?



/feeling not a pang of guilt
For needing solitude

Dream catcher, dream catcher, Please tell me more, I want to see that, I truly implore.

its these thoughts that kill' comments