Jove Behind Each of Us
The mind is one, and the best minds, who love truth for its own sake, think much less of property in truth. They accept it thankfully everywhere, and do not label or stamp it with any man’s name, for it… Jove Behind Each of Us
Jewels of Wisdom
A Perpetual Journey
I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) . . . Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself. . . . This day before dawn I ascended a hill… A Perpetual Journey
The Nachiketas Fire
To make our body of senses and limbs the stately mansion which puts forth the majesty and tenderness of Mother Earth; to make our emotions start from the spring of Love, glide forth in the river of gentleness and empty… The Nachiketas Fire
The Crowned Knot of Fire
We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.Through the unknown, remembered gateWhen the last of earth left to discoverIs that which was the… The Crowned Knot of Fire
Recollect Thrice
Let not soft slumber close your eyes, Before you’ve collected thrice The train of action through the day! Where have my feet chose out their way? What have I learnt, where’er I’ve been, From all I’ve heard, from all I’ve… Recollect Thrice
Beyond Strife
Seeks they spirit to be gifted With a deathless life? Let it seek to be uplifted O’er earth’s storm and strife. Spurns its joys—its ties dissever; Hopes and fears divest; Thus aspire to live forever— Be forever blest! Faith and… Beyond Strife
The Vasty Quietude
When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies, All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow and silver gleam, With their magic flood me through the gateway of the eyes; I am one with the twilight’s dream. When the… The Vasty Quietude
All Return Again
It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but only retire a little from sight and afterwards return again. Nothing is dead; men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries,… All Return Again
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
The Black Horse
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
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
The Gossamer Thread
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