On A Library Wall
When faltering fingers bid me cease to write, And, laying down the pen, I seek the Night, May those, to whom the Daylight still is sweet, With loving lips my name ofttimes repeat. And should Belshazzar's spirit hither stray, And linger o'er the lines I write to-day, May he, who wept for Babylonia's fall, Look kindly at this "writing on the wall"!
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"When faltering fingers bid me cease to write,..."
This evocative piece by Arthur Macy, titled "On A Library Wall", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...