Makeup & Lines
Emil Aarestrup
To a Friend
There is magic on your lips,
There is an abyss in your glance,
And in your voice I hear
A dream’s ethereal music.
There is a clarity on your brow,
There is a darkness in your hair,
There is a current of flower’s breath
About you, where you stand or walk.
There is a wealth of eternal wisdom
In the dimple of your cheek,
There is a fount a spring of wellness
For all hearts within your soul.
There is a world within you,
A passionate, chaotic springtime -
That I could never forget,
That I worship and know well.
John McCrae
In Flanders fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
