Man's works grow stale to man: the years destroy The charm they once possessed; the city tires; The terraces, the domes, the dazzling spires Are in the main but an attractive toy -...
I wish this world and its green hills were mine, But it is not; the wandering shepherd star Is not more distant, gazing from afar On the unreap'd pastures of the sea,...
Why, when the World's great mind Hath finally inclin'd, Why, you say, Critias, be debating still? Why, with these mournful rhymes Learn'd in more languid climes, Blame our activity,...
The world below the brine; Forests at the bottom of the sea the branches and leaves, Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds the thick tangle, the openings, and the pink turf,...
At times I am the mother of the world; And mine seem all its sorrows, and its fears. That rose, which in each mother-heart is curled, The rose of pity, opens with my tears,...
Oh! the earth is full of sinning And of trouble and of woe, But the devil makes an inning Every time we say it's so. And the way to set him scowling, And to put him back a pace,...
The World is full of kindness, And not the poor alone; We Christians in our blindness Bow down to hearts of stone; The clever, bitter cynic, Whose poisoned 'soul' is dead,...
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!...
Now, through the dusk With muffled bell The Dustman comes The World to tell, Night's elfin lanterns Burn and gleam In the twilight, wonderful World of Dream.
The long finger of blackness is holding its head for us. Dingy bue is its shade, comatose in movement, hazarding a slow swiftness, it inches toward us.
When in the pansy-purpled stain Of sunset one far star is seen, Like some bright drop of rain, Out of the forest, deep and green, O'er me at Spirit seems to lean, The fairest of her train....
* "...the fourth state of water in its plasmic state ... elements as plasmic water have programmed goals which they follow like earth encompassing genies.
Who will say the world is dying? Who will say our prime is past? Sparks from Heaven, within us lying, Flash, and will flash till the last. Fools! who fancy Christ mistaken; Man a tool to buy and sell;...
Yes, let them gather! Summon forth The pledged philanthropy of Earth. From every land, whose hills have heard The bugle blast of Freedom waking; Or shrieking of her symbol-bird...