Below the surface stream,shallow and light
Of what we say we feel,below the stream,
As light,of what we think we feel- there flows,
With noiseless current,strong obscure and deep
The central stream of what we feel indeed.
written by Matthew Arnold
There come,and pause upon the edge,
And I will lean on every ledge,
And melt in grays and flash in whites,
And linger in a thousand lights,
And you shall feel an inner sense,
A being kindred and intense;
And you shall feel a strict control,
A something drawing at your soul,
A going out,a life suspended,
A spirit with a spirit blended,
And you shall start as from a dream
While I,withdrawing down the stream,
Drift vaporous to the ancient sea
A wraith,a film , a memory.
written by T.E.Brown
At midnight,when suddenly you hear
an invisible procession going by
with exquisite music,voices,
don't mourn your luck that's failing now,
work your wrong,your plans
all proving deceptive- don't mourn them uselessly:
as one long prepared,and full of courage,
say goodbye to her,to Alexandria who is leaving.
Above all,don't fool yourself,don't say
it was a dream,your ears deceived you
don't degrade yourself with empty hopes like these
As one long prepared,and full of courage,
as is right for you who were given this kind of city,
go firmly to the window
and listen with deep emotion
but not with the whining,the pleas of a coward
listen-your final pleasure-to the voices,
to the exquisite music of that strange procession
and say good-bye to her,
to the Alexandria you are leaving.
written by C.P.Cavafy
And a Heaven in a wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.
written by William Blake
