Discover A New Perspective
Will I ever see you again?
The valley which I love?
Will I see the pines rise higher than the sky,
and the mountains that withhold the brow of the world
My soul will return, though in body I will be far,
to swim in the rivers of crystal
and to shed those tears of diamond.
Return to me, valley of green
for never again will I return to you.
When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
