Wednesday, 25 June 2014

Alike in stars and flowers


And the Poet, faithful and far-seeing,
Sees, alike in stars and flowers, a part
Of the self-same, universal being,
Which is throbbing in his brain and heart.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Flowers

Sunday, 22 June 2014

Words for the soul

“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”

Rumi

Sunday, 15 June 2014

Arrayed in robes of heavenly hue


Daughters of light, who ne'er repine,
Though high your birth,
'Tis yours in humble life to shine
Like modest worth.

Arrayed in robes of heavenly hue
You come and go,
And drink the nectar of the dew,
Nor taste of woe.

Inspired, and yet inspiring still,
You seem to speak,
And prophesy to vale and hill
With faith that's meek.

'Tis yours a language pure to teach,
And share his heart
Who seeks on earth high aims to reach
Ere he depart.

 And yours the whisper which, I trow,
I hear at eve,
And in the morning's roseate glow--
Hear and believe;

Believe the gospel of your lips
Spoken to man,
Nor heed the coming frost that nips
Each hope and plan.

For, if my life on earth be true,
I yet, on high,
Shall wear a glorious robe like you,
And never die.

 Harvey Rice, Wild Flower

Sunday, 8 June 2014

I hide myself within my flower


I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

Emily Dickinson, Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Three: Love
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