We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides. But tasks in hours of insight will'd Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd. With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return, All we have built do we discern.
@globescape the poem is an existential treatise on the nature of being alive. And how our spirit will not bend to our will. The poem invites us to live in the spirit and analyse our lives only when they are over.
Love maggie <3 Odd advert for a bank though
Hazza1234ish 1 month ago
what's the name of this song?
kosib93 6 months ago
Beautiful poem , Played to perfection by my favourite actress of all time.
richardhanna0 1 year ago
prime of miss maggie
gnikhilg 2 years ago
Thank you for showing these videos!
RosemaryWeir 2 years ago
Thank you for posting this series. Reflects well on UBS and everyone associated.
Remarkable that practically all the reciters in this series have been Knighted. Makes one think there might be some very good criteria for knighthood.
sonever1 2 years ago
smmm1968 3 years ago
what does it mean?
globescape 1 year ago
@globescape the poem is an existential treatise on the nature of being alive. And how our spirit will not bend to our will. The poem invites us to live in the spirit and analyse our lives only when they are over.
richardhanna0 1 year ago
Kerching! Kerching! I hope this add bought Maggie a new pad in Chelsea.
JimmyThatcher 3 years ago
If only...I would ever be able to see her on stage...! I just love her!
MinervasEule 3 years ago 2