Solutions over sweet
Soon precipitate;
Fire breathing oxygen
Burns brave, and ashes then;
Glass is to common metal
At once more bright and brittle.
So joy most safe, most full,
Aches, ignorant yet of ill;
So, rapt, at life’s hushed peak,
We hear the watch’s tick,
In the summit song of youth
A quiet quick catch of the breath.

Richard’s choice

Poems of Love