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)