Quotes
Quotes - Cawein
? John Bartlett, compAt daybreak Morn shall come to me
In raiment of the white winds spun.
Some shall reap that never sow
And some shall toil and not attain.
A moonlight traveler in Fancy's land.
Into the sunset's turquoise marge
The moon dips, like a pearly barge;
Enchantment sails through magic seas,
To fairyland Hesperides,
Over the hills and away.
What magic shall solve us the secret
Of beauty that's born for an hour?
Again let us dream where the land lies sunny And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey, Away from the world that slaves for money-- Come, journey the way with me.
When the hornet hangs in the holly hock, And the brown bee drones i' the rose, And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock, And summer is near its close-- It's--Oh, for the gate, and the locust lane; And dusk, and dew, and home again!
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.
Though sands be black and bitter black the sea, Night lie before me and behind me night, And God within far Heaven refuse to light The consolation of the dawn for me,-- Between the shadowy burns of Heaven and Hell, It is enough love leaves my soul to dwell With memory.
Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairland Hesperides, Over the hills and away.
I am a part of all you see In Nature: part of all you feel: I am the impact of the bee Upon the blossom; in the tree I am the sap--that shall reveal The leaf, the bloom--that flows and flutes Up from the darkness through its roots.
This is the truth as I see it, my dear, Out in the wind and the rain: They who have nothing have little to fear, Nothing to lose or to gain.
There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and brain.
