Consolation

In memory of Paul, 4 years on x







Consolation - Robert Louis Stevenson




Though he, that ever kind and true,


Kept stoutly step by step with you,


Your whole long, gusty lifetime through,


    Be gone a while before,


Be now a moment gone before,


Yet, doubt not, soon the seasons shall restore


    Your friend to you.




He has but turned the corner — still


He pushes on with right good will,


Through mire and marsh, by heugh and hill,


    That self-same arduous way —


That self-same upland, hopeful way,


That you and he through many a doubtful day


    Attempted still.




He is not dead, this friend — not dead,


But in the path we mortals tread


Got some few, trifling steps ahead


    And nearer to the end;


So that you too, once past the bend,


Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend


    You fancy dead.




Push gaily on, strong heart! The while


You travel forward mile by mile,


He loiters with a backward smile


    Till you can overtake,


And strains his eyes to search his wake,


Or whistling, as he sees you through the brake,


    Waits on a stile.

May

May!
  In the open world
The sun comes and finds your face,       
  Remembering all.

Follies - Carl Sandburg

Shaken,
The blossoms of lilac,
  And shattered,
The atoms of purple.
Green dip the leaves,      
  Darker the bark,
Longer the shadows.

Sheer lines of poplar
Shimmer with masses of silver
And down in a garden old with years       
And broken walls of ruin and story,
Roses rise with red rain-memories.
      May!
  In the open world
The sun comes and finds your face,       
  Remembering all.