April 2012
71 posts
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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Frank Morrison – Dream Catcher « →
"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.”
