The grand perhaps! We look on helplessly, there the old misgivings, crooked questions are. |
The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, / The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, / Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; / Enough that he heard it once; we shall hear it by-and-by. |
The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay, / Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay. |
The Life, Death, Miracles of Saint Somebody, / Saint Somebody Else, his Miracles, Death and Life, - / With this, one glance at the lettered back of which, / And `Stall!' cried I: a lira made it mine. |
The Lord will have mercy on Jacob yet, / And again in his border see Israel set. |
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet! |
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet! |
The moth's kiss, first! / Kiss me as if you made believe / You were not sure, this eve, / How my face, your flower, had pursed / Its petals up. |
The only fault's with time; / All men become good creatures: but so slow! |
The rain set early in to-night, / The sullen wind was soon awake. / It tore the elm-tops down for spite. / And did its worst to vex the lake. |
The rest may reason and welcome; 'tis we musicians know. |
The world and its way have a certain worth. |
The year's at the spring / And day's at the morn; / Morning's at seven; / The hillside's dew-pearled; / The lark's on the wing; / The snail's on the thorn; / God's in his heaven - / All's right with the world! |
Then, welcome each rebuff / That turns earth's smoothness rough, / Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! |
There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing |