Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.

You making haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic.

The greatest beauty is organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe.

Justice and mercy/ Are human dreams, they do not concern the birds nor the fish nor eternal God.

Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions.

A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich life run to the roots again.

It seems to me that this whole alone is worthy of the deeper sort of love; and that there is peace, freedom, I might say a kind of salvation, in turning one's affections outward toward this one God, rather than inwards on one's self, or on humanity, or on human imaginations and abstractions - the world of the spirits.