-- By Susan M. Spaulding
Two shall be born, the whole world apart,
And speak in different tongues, and have no
Each of the other's being and no head;
And these o'er unknown seas to unknown
Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death;
And all unconsciously shape every act
And bend each wandering step to this one
That one day, out of the darkness they shall meet
And read life's meaning in each other's eyes.
And two shall walk some narrow way of life,
So nearly side by side that should one turn
Ever so little space to left or right,
They must needs acknowledge face to facel
And yet wih wistful eyes that never meet,
With groping hands that never clasp, and lips
Calling in vain to ears that never hear,
They seek each other all their weary days,
And die unsatisfied -- and this is Fate.
-- from The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopedia of Universal Authorship,
Volume 10, p.109. Published 1890.
BY MICHELANGELO, AFTER THE DEATH OF VITTORIA COLONNA
WHEN she who was the source of all my sighs,
Fled from the world, herself, my straining sight, Nature who gave, us that unique delight,
Was sunk in shame, ,and we had weeping eyes.
Yet shall not vauntful Death enjoy this prize,
This sun of suns which then he veiled in night; For Love hath triumphed, lifting up her light On earth and mid the saints in Paradise.
What though remorseless and impiteous doom Deemed that the music of her deeds would die, And that her splendor would be sunk in gloom, The poet's page exalts her to the sky
With life more living in the lifeless tomb,
And death translates her soul to reign on high.
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