Oh, the morrow of pain and dole Is naught while the sunlight lingers. Kenneth Rand More Quotes by Kenneth Rand More Quotes From Kenneth Rand The beauty that men seek is half a dream-- Where'er we wander, yet it lies afar; It touches with its wand a setting star, It stirs the ripple of an ebbing stream. And though we run beyond the dawning gleam, Or kneel to worship at an altar bright, We may not know the soul of its delight, Or more than marvel at its palest beam. Kenneth Rand dream running beauty Let me leap naked through life's testing flame, And bear to lose, and yet endure to win. Kenneth Rand flames winning life Ah, love, 'tis a sorrowful land! Kenneth Rand sorrowful land love Love is a jeering mime. Kenneth Rand jeering love-is love And should men name me dead, I beg ye, say "Nay, he but wearied here, and went away. Kenneth Rand suicide names men Yet earth has never child she may not slay, Nor sea a lover that she cannot kill. Kenneth Rand earth sea children God is a creed outworn, Ill-wrought from a mirage fair, And life is an image pale That faces a sunless morn. Kenneth Rand mirages life-is faces
