a post, as it were
July 10th, 2005
I found this (well, heard it…but we don’t talk about that) and thought, you know, this is pretty good. So here it is.
Sir Edwin Arnold (1832-1904)
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal.
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life’s long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.