All The Way
Not all my treasure hath the bandit Time Locked in his glimmering caverns of the Past: Fair women dead and friendships of old rhyme, And noble dreams that had to end at last: - Ah! these indeed; and from youth's sacristy Full many a holy relic hath he torn, Vessels of mystic faith God filled for me, Holding them up to Him in life's young morn. All these are mine no more - Time hath them all, Time and his adamantine gaoler Death: Despoilure vast - yet seemeth it but small, When unto thee I turn, thy bloom and breath Filling with light and incense the last shrine, Innermost, inaccessible, - yea, thine.
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"Not all my treasure hath the bandit Time..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Richard Le Gallienne delivers a powerful performance in "All The Way"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...