There is a flame within me that has stood
Unmoved, untroubled through a mist of years,
Knowing nor love nor laughter, hope nor fears,
Nor foolish throb of ill, nor wine of good. [
I feel no shadow of the winds that brood,
I hear no whisper of a tide that veers,
I weave no thought of passion, nor of tears,
Unfettered I of time, of habitude.

I know no birth, I know no death that chills;
I fear no fate, nor fashion, cause nor creed,
I shall outdream the slumber of the hills,
I am the bud, the flower, I the seed;

For I do know that in whate’er I see
I am the part, and it the soul of me.

Quiet, by John Spencer Muirhead


3 thoughts on “Quiet.

  1. mais escondidinha que ali no meu coiso? ninguém lá passa mesmo, a n ser uns dois e agora três.. lol
    e está assim tudo esbatido, mas vá.. se fazes muita questão de ainda estar mais escondidinha que aquilo, eu tiro (:


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