Poems

<h4><SPAN name="LOVES_TRAPPIST" id="LOVES_TRAPPIST"></SPAN>LOVE'S TRAPPIST</h4> <p>There is a place where lute and lyre are broken.<br/> Where scrolls are torn and on a wild wind go,<br/> Where tablets stand wiped naked for a token,<br/> Where laurels wither and the daisies grow.<br/> <br/> Lo: I too join the brotherhood of silence,<br/> I am Love's Trappist and you ask in vain,<br/> For man through Love's gate, even as through Death's gate,<br/> Goeth alone and comes not back again.<br/> <br/> Yet here I pause, look back across the threshold.<br/> Cry to my brethren, though the world be old,<br/> Prophets and sages, questioners and doubters,<br/> O world, old world, the best hath ne'er been told!<br/> <br/><br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />