NOD

NOD

Postby Daff » Sun May 25, 2008 10:41 am

NOD
Softly along the road of evening,
In a twilight dim with rose,
Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew,
Old Nod the shepherd goes.

His drowsy flock streams on before him,
Their fleeces charged with gold,
To where the sun's last beam leans low
On Nod the the shepherds fold.

The hedge is quick and green with brier,
From their sand the conies creep;
And all the birds that fly in heaven
Flock singing home to sleep.

His lambs outnumber a noon's roses,
Yet, when night shadows fall,
His blind old sheep-dog, Slumber-soon,
Misses not one of all.

His are the quiet steps of dreamland,
The waters of no more pain,
His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars,
"Rest, Rest, and rest again".

Walter de la Mare:
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"In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer."
Albert Camus
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Postby Daff » Sun May 25, 2008 10:43 am

This poem was read at my mother-in-law's funeral
It seemed to fit so well
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"In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer."
Albert Camus
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Postby Maywalk » Sun May 25, 2008 11:40 am

Lovely poem Daff.

I hope everything went off OK because I know your f-i-l has not been too well just of late.
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Postby Rowan » Sun May 25, 2008 1:08 pm

Lovely words Daff.
Avoid the evil, and it will avoid thee.
Gaelic Proverb

Ad eundum quo nemo ante iit.
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