Musings

Fine mists of thought condensed to dewy speech-
Pearls of emotion from their shells set free —
Wavelets that come with treasure to the beach
Of life's mysterious sea:

Naked affections from their Eden driven,
To seek another through this world's unrest —
Embodied spirits from the little heaven
Each keeps in his own breast:

Akin to all that we most sacred hold —
Twin-born with thought, affection, joy, and care-
Twin-born, but how, we never may unfold.
Nor Heaven itself declare.

They are not what they seem. If we despise
The weak creations of our childish years,
A higher wisdom comes to recognise
The sacredness of tears.