Lover's Diary

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0026" id="link2H_4_0026"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> THE FATES LAUGH </h2> <p>I did not will this thing. I set my face<br/> Towards duty and my art; I was alone.<br/> How knew I thou shouldst roll away the stone<br/> From hopes long buried, by thy tender grace?<br/> <br/> What does it matter that we make resolve?<br/> The Fates laugh at us as they sit and spin;<br/> We cannot tell what Good is, or what Sin,<br/> Or why old faiths in mist of pain dissolve.<br/> <br/> We only can stand watchful in the way,<br/> Waiting with patient hands on shield and sword,<br/> Ready to meet disaster in the fray,<br/> <br/> Till Time has struck the letters of one word&mdash;<br/> Word of such high-born worth: triumphant Love,<br/> Give me thy canopy where&rsquo;er I rove.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />