I had a dream that I was walking,Walking on an empty street.I could hear people crying,Crying on this empty street.I looked around, but saw no one,No people on this empty street.I called out, but no response,No response on this empty street.Looking down, I saw a picture,An old picture of this empty street.It showed people smiling,Smiling on a crowded street.
I listened to the sound of the rainA sound that should be mesmerizingYet no sleep did I gainAs I began fantasizingA sound that should be mesmerizingThunder, the distant storm's callAs I began fantasizingIt was not raining at allThunder, the distant storm's callYet no sleep did I gainIt was not raining at allI listened to the sound of the rain
I move through the treesQuiet as the snowI can't feel my kneesBut no one else can knowMy back is warmMy pack, heavyI hold out my armsIt's hard to walk steadyThe wind blowsAll I see is whiteMy jacket is tightly closedIf not, I'd be in flightSuddenly I see a lightI move towards it with speedIt's so very brightSomeone has answered my plea
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature --Gravitates within --Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it --Bit it stir -- alone --Each -- its difficult IdealMust achieve -- Itself --Through the solitary prowessOf a Silent Life --Effort -- is the sole condition --Patience of Itself --Patience of opposing forces --And intact Belief --Looking on -- is the DepartmentOf its Audience --But Transaction -- is assisted
The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks,All but the youngest: she in paleness sought the secret air.To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew.O life of this our spring! why fades the lotus of the water?Why fade these children of the spring? born but to smile & fall.Ah! Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,Like a reflection in a glass: like shadows in the waterLike dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.Like the doves voice, like transient day, like music in the air:Ah! gentle may I lay me down and gentle rest my head.