"Days of joy, how have ye fled? Joy immortal, are ye dead? Is there nothing that can hold you? Can my limp arms not enfold you? Days of floating on the stream, Softly lapped as in a dream, With the white clouds swimming slowly In an ether pure and holy!" (A. Schaffer in A summer vacation) Wandre (B)
“And the last bus
Comes letting dark
Umbrella’s out –
Black flowers, black flowers.
And lives go on.”
(Donald Justice in his wall poem Bus Stop)
"The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb. And the leopard shall lie down with the kid, and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together, and a little child shall lead them. They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain ..." (Isaiah XI) Seraing (B)