Destiny

Title: Destiny
extracted text: 62 THE CROSS DESTINY Estelita M. Ju co Strange. . . but knowing you, I have known living; And living, loved. And loving, known despair. . . One-time the dreamer. Now I dread the dreaming; Fearful lest I deceive Myself. . . you care. We meet. I grow delirious With laughter In joy short-lived. Then drink The dregs of tears. How can you guess that bid By careless banter; Are pent-up yearnings Of the lonely years. Strange destiny: Two kindred souls like ours. Meet ond may part. One loved, and one alone; For one, beloved by hosts. Are rose-strewn bowers; And one, through empty yean. Shall love—unknown. DEPENDS ON THE JUDGE "Do you think, Doctor Johnson," asked Boswell, "that a good cook is more essential to a community than o good poet?" "Sir," was the reply, "I don't suppose there is a dog in town that doesn't think so."
Date: 1952
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