A Mornings Muse
And to the one beneath the cloak She so firmly spoke Oh, not me, not I? For it is the we Who beguiled bespoke Entered this ready room Where our privacy glooms and Enchanted forests bloom The lute and lyre arise Mornings hastening choir Musings often passed to song Lotus with its roots in mud Rises through murky wastes Blossoms clean and bright Symbolic to the purity Resurrecting...
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"A Dream Within A Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand...
“Sweet are the fruits of Rest and Liberation for the sake of Self; but sweeter still the fruits of long and bitter duty. Aye, Renunciation for the sake of others, of suffering fellow men.”