Mourning in Vain
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended, To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when… Mourning in Vain
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended, To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when… Mourning in Vain
My horse has a hoof like striped agate; His fetlock is like a fine eagle plume; His legs are like quick lightning. My horse’s body is like an eagle-plumed arrow; My horse has a tail like a trailing black cloud.… The Black Horse
The sense of wonder certainly deprives the mind of those penultimate certainties that we had up till then taken for granted—and to that extent wonder is a form of disillusionment, though even that has its positive aspect, since it means… The Sense of Wonder
A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you… The Gossamer Thread
You, free thinker, imagine only man Thinks in this world where life bursts from all things? The powers within prescribe your freedom’s wings, But you leave the universe outside your plans. Respect the mind that stirs in every creature: Love’s… Love’s Mystery
To see a World in a grain of sand, And a Heaven in a wild flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour. . . . . . The bat that flits at close… Eternity in an Hour
Now we all move we’re moving with this earth. The earth is moving along, the water is moving along. The grass is moving, the trees are moving, the whole earth is moving. So we all move along with the earth,… Moving With The Earth