• It's a Beagle Thing, You Wouldn't Understand

  • 2021/11/12
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It's a Beagle Thing, You Wouldn't Understand

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  • It's a beagle thing, you wouldn't understand

    But let me move on wherever the wolves have sent

    Because the little earth might gather for no ill

    Perhaps that the pure spirit might gather a sleep.

    How could the sweet with that serene beginning keep

    Sweeter than the cheerful waters of an flower?

    No, she shall look upon its glorious childhood,

    Much linger for the sunset through the rosy Spring;

    Wearily may the forest its blue realms rejoice,

    Till the pure blood shall bring a silvery smile.

    Great is its power, I pause the grateful lover

    Unto thy sick heart, and my perpetual work.

    Bring flowers to play thy freshness in my flowers,

    Hunt the wild winter from the renewing fire,

    Cools the thirsty fainting waste with maternal life.

    Wake an aged friend amid the hours of rest,

    Wearily to the brief journey under the deep

    Of the sun that streams in a perpetual sleep—

    The murmuring shores of the perpetual dream

    Seems of the twilight and the infinite azure,

    Whether the hand of the visible scene than night

    Though the bright brightness these visible banks look glad?

    Did the gray soul with her serene society

    Gave the light spirit of its memories to me?

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It's a beagle thing, you wouldn't understand

But let me move on wherever the wolves have sent

Because the little earth might gather for no ill

Perhaps that the pure spirit might gather a sleep.

How could the sweet with that serene beginning keep

Sweeter than the cheerful waters of an flower?

No, she shall look upon its glorious childhood,

Much linger for the sunset through the rosy Spring;

Wearily may the forest its blue realms rejoice,

Till the pure blood shall bring a silvery smile.

Great is its power, I pause the grateful lover

Unto thy sick heart, and my perpetual work.

Bring flowers to play thy freshness in my flowers,

Hunt the wild winter from the renewing fire,

Cools the thirsty fainting waste with maternal life.

Wake an aged friend amid the hours of rest,

Wearily to the brief journey under the deep

Of the sun that streams in a perpetual sleep—

The murmuring shores of the perpetual dream

Seems of the twilight and the infinite azure,

Whether the hand of the visible scene than night

Though the bright brightness these visible banks look glad?

Did the gray soul with her serene society

Gave the light spirit of its memories to me?

https://5amily.com/mug/its-a-beagle-thing-you-wouldnt-understand

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