“O enter with me the gates of delight, The gates of the garden of man’s desire, Where spirits, touched by heav’nly fire, Have planted the trees of life.”
(R.S. Bridges in O enter with me …) Liège-Tilleur (B)
The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Right or Left, as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field,
He knows about it all -- HE knows --- HE knows!
(E. Fitzgerald from The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám)Herstal (B)
"Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mired with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom."
(H.W. Longfellow in Aftermath)Herstal (B)