We Are Too Far in Us from Outward Truth (1)

We are in Fate and Fate's and do but lack/ Outness from soul to know ourselves its dwelling,/ And do but compel Fate aside or back/ By Fate's own immanence in the compelling./ We are too far in us fr...

Something in me Was Born Before the Stars (2)

Something in me was born before the stars/ And saw the sun begin from far away./ Our yellow, local day on its wont jars,/ For it hath communed with an absolute day./ Through my Thought's night, as a ...

My Soul is a Stiff Pageant (3)

My soul is a stiff pageant, man by man,/ Of some Egyptian art than Egypt older,/ Found in some tomb whose rite no guess can scan,/ Where all things else to coloured dust did moulder./ Whate'er its se...

How Many Masks Wear We (4)

How many masks wear we, and undermasks,/ Upon our countenance of soul, and when,/ If for self-sport the soul itself unmasks,/ Knows it the last mask off and the face plain?/ The true mask feels no in...

Rain (5)

Soft rain, summer rain/ Whispers from bushes, whispers from trees./ Oh, how lovely and full of blessing/ To dream and be satisfied./ / I was so long in the outer brightness,/ I am not used to this up...



On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."