Sunday, June 24, 2012

Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content: --



"A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone."

The Truth....



"Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good.
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow."              

Clouds of Glory



"Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home."              

Take me here...



Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan....

Life Star



Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come