Nirvana.Could you but know How lovely death is! You would not cudgel so for gain, Could you but know How sweet is nothing. No galling weight of care, No burden but the air. I who have passed beyond once knew the lure of distant purple, Saw red upon the dawn and felt the urge of spring, Mauled and grappled with the aching crowd, All for nothing; Nothing is the end of all. Now would the sweetest singing be a burden, The melodies of harps would be a dread, Even the voice of YOU goes by un- heeded, My God, but it is lovely to be dead! __Elizabeth N. Barr. |
The High Winds of Home
Elizabeth N. Barr
(Olathe: privately published. 1922)
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