Eclipse of the Moon by Mary Susanah Robbins - HTML preview
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"The glories of
our blood and state"
The stresses of the single life
are shadows, not substantial things;
a little love, a little strife,
a few street people, a few kings:
halo and crown
must tumble down
and in the dust at last be laid
with the better-deserving maid.
Some men with swords may reap the field
and plant fresh laurels where they kill.
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
they tame but one another still.
Early or late
they stoop to fate
and must relax their straining thighs
for in their place another lies.
The garlands wither on her brow;
he boasts no more his mighty deed;
upon Time's purple altar now
see where she bleeds, or does not bleed:
all grief must come
into this room;
yet, the attractions of the bust
say, life is sweet and lovely, just.