Ardent in love and cold in charity, <br />Loud in the market, timid in debate: <br />Scornful of foe unbuckled in the dust <br />At whimper of a child compassionate, <br />A man's a sliding mood from hour to hour, <br />Rage, and a singing forest of bright birds, <br />Laughter with lovely friends,and loneliness, <br />Woe with her heavy horn of unspoke words. <br />What is he then this heir of heart and mind? <br />Is this the man with his conflicting moods, <br />Or is there in a deeper dwelling place <br />Some silly shaping thing that bides and broods?<br /><br />Mary E Fullerton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-man-s-a-sliding-mood/
