My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.
By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!
Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.