Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
Twenty
Twenty
One after one the old props go, Illusions crumble, and the great ideals Are fewer, and must bear more weight. However bitterly the deep heart feels To see them fall, these are but frail supports, These young beliefs in things. And far above Young sorrow there is peace, and the heart Leans on these three: beauty, and truth, and love. | |