R. L. Stevenson

through the ages

by Roberto Lavidez

in spite of

our wisdom

and sensible

talking

we

on our feet

must go

plodding

and walking

the beauties

of man

are frail

and the

silver lies

in the dust

and the

queen

that we call

to mind

sleeps

with the

brave and

the just

from out of

the dainty

the rude

the strong

from out of

the frail

eternally

through

the ages

from the

female

comes

the male

in dreams

unhappy

I behold

you stand

as heretofore:

the unremembered

tokens in

your hand

avail no more

to goodness

or greatness

to be good

and die

or to be great

and live

forever great

fixed is

the doom;

and to the

last of years

teacher

and taught

friend

lover

parent

child

each walks

though near

yet separate

time was the

golden head

irrevocably 

said

but time

which none

can bind

while flowing

fast away

leaves love

behind

still I love

to rhyme

and still more

rhyming

to wander

far from the

commoner way

long life

and short life

the last word 

said early in

the evening

there lies

the bed

and yet

I think

I hear

the words

repeated

plangent

and sad

on every

wind

that blows

the Gods

are dead

a word

that began

to go round

a word

a whisper

a start

hope that

leaped in

the bosom

fear that

knocked

on the heart

my

indefatigable

pen

I here

lay down

forever

men have

used

and left me

and forgot

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