Friday, August 15, 2014

I Believe

I know no death; the burning sun, that kneels
Before the flaming altar of the sea;
The luminous skies, and one lone bird that wheels
Above and sings, are immortality enough:
I have known flowers, loved sanded dunes;
The anvils of the thundering ocean,
I have memories of long-forgotten moons
And delicate, sweet springs; if I should die,
I have held as my own in these two hands
Vast treasuries no emperor could spend,
The love of lovely women and far lands,
And the warm intimacies of a friend.

-Wilfred J. Funk

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