Great Throughts Treasury

"Happiness or misfortune are prescribed by law of Heaven, but their source comes from ourselves."

"When one is sad, the scenery can never be cheery."

"But like a gem which weedy growth from seekers shields. Tu keeps her close confined. Moon-bathed far hills and fields are now her friends, where from her belvedere the landward view extends past folded golden dunes, and dark-red radial trends of foot-worn ways. And often here in reverie (before dawned days evolve their luminescent morning-cloud arrays) her spirits tide. From these affects to sentience for him she, near-bride had drunk with from one cup beneath a cognate gliding moon ?now vain. And vague in this strange sky and mirroring sea-main, for loss yet lives, and through dire smite and petty stain her thoughts endure. For Kim. And for her folk, wont once, youth?s pillars, sure, catalpa-like, to canopy blithe days ?Innuring time allay their seasons, daughterless and sere, and grant that they stand staunch, that her revering hands might yet one day their breadths embrace. She sees beyond the harbor bar the sea?s free race, and ponders on its distant sails, hard bent for places far away or cons some pristine spring become a muddy bay; to that then whirling petals float, to die, decay, and under go she sees wide fields of summer-stupored herb, bowed low by heaven?s heat; earth?s brow beneath the sky?s foot grow contused in haze; hears how the wind at river-mouth walls waterways and banks the wavelets high to strike with thunderous sprays her belvedere. And often such incessancy at crag and weir low-cadenced converse calls from her, in thousand-year retold quatrains."

"How immense the high sky is!"

"Anyone can take a false step And fall forever, Everyone is different. Where are they now, all those lost souls?"