I WISH I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very own world. I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows. Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with trays crowded with bright toys. I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind, and out beyond all bounds; Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms of kings of no history; Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, and Truth sets Fact free from its fetters.
ALL FRUITLESS is the cry, All vain this burning fire of desire. The sun goes down to his rest. There is gloom in the forest and glamour in the sky. With downcast look and lingering steps The evening star conies in the wake of departing day And the breath of the twilight is deep with the fulness of a farewell feeling. I clasp both thine hands in mine, and keep thine eyes prisoner with my hungry eyes; Seeing and crying. Where art thou, Where, O, where! Where is the immortal flame hidden in the depth of thee! As in the solitary star of the dark evening sky The light of heaven, with its immense mystery, is quivering, In thine eyes, in the depth of their darkness There shines a soul-beam tremulous with a wide mystery. Speechless I gaze upon it. And I plunge with all my heart Into the deep of a fathomless longing: I lose myself.
