Rain and Roses

<h2><SPAN name="THE_BREATH_OF_LIFE" id="THE_BREATH_OF_LIFE"></SPAN>The Breath of Life</h2> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span>’D like to lift the threads of life<br/></span> <span class="ih">And weave them on a loom<br/></span> <span class="i0">And make a pattern beautiful,<br/></span> <span class="i2">As any day in June.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I’d put ten thousand violets<br/></span> <span class="i2">And shimmering leaves of green,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Around the edge and over it,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To hide each vulgar seam.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Because, death brushed me with dark wings,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Reluctant passed me by,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I take the threads of life again<br/></span> <span class="i2">And weave and smile and sigh.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But if I had a God-like power<br/></span> <span class="i2">Omnipotence of mind,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To put the tho’t of suffering<br/></span> <span class="i2">And death a league behind.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Life would be violets to me<br/></span> <span class="i2">Much sweeter than a dream.<br/></span> <span class="i0">The pattern on my loom would show<br/></span> <span class="i2">No raw and ghastly seam.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_37" id="page_37">{37}</SPAN></span><br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But then methinks it is because<br/></span> <span class="i2">Of what the looms disclose.<br/></span> <span class="i0">The breath of life is sweeter<br/></span> <span class="i2">Than the fragrance of a rose.<br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_38" id="page_38">{38}</SPAN></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />