i give credit to ms marria Lokhvitskaya who died on 1905
And moan of winds and whispered thoughts of gloom,
From life no joy is won…
Yet somewhere, — warmth, and ocean’s muffled boom,
And lustre of the sun.
The blizzard wails, and in the heart it throws
A load of tears unshed.
Yet somewhere myrtle, verdant myrtle grows,
And stainless roses spread.
Life, passing by, in empty brooding delves,
Unmeaning, unbedight…
Yet somewhere, mirth and bliss will yield themselves,
And comeliness and light!
By @jax_xds
