Life

Life.
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A little tolling A little pain, n day by day: little strife,
A little Joy-and thay is life.
A little sort-lived summer’s morn,
When joy seems all so newly born,
When one day’s sky is blue above.
When one bird sings-and that is love.

A little stekening of the years.
The tribute of a few hot tears:
Two folded hande, the falling breath.
And peace at last and that is death.

Just dreaming, loving, dying so.
The netors in the drama go- A niting picture on a wall.
Love, Death the themes; but is that all?