It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Anand Thakur
It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERI know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBe strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWe always may be what we might have been.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERNo star is lost once we have seen
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSeated one day at the organ
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBut still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBut where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTake them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERNo star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERI was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERThe stars can only shine In the dark night.
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