Reading 241, from Francis William Bourdillons
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies,
When love is done.
My notes:
Our minds cannot even conceive of the sun ever burning out; it is simply unthinkable. A life without love is similarly catastrophic. This neglected but beautiful poem was first mentioned to me by my Professor at College, the great P.Lal.
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