Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for love,— Into vision which all form In one only form dissolves; In a region where the wheel, On which all … read more
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, … read more
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet’s cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save … read more
One of my favorite poems is the opening quotation of the second novel of Steinback, To A God Unknown that’s first published in 1933. He is the giver of breath, and strength is his gift. The high Gods revere his … read more
