And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, Self-schooled, self-scanned, self-honoured, self-secure; Didst tread on earth unguessed at. Better so.
And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, Self-schooled, self-scanned, self-honoured, self-secure; Didst tread on earth unguessed at. Better so.
Futility Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seeds, Woke, once, the clays of a cold star. Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides, Full-nerved still warm too hard to stir Was it for this the clay grew tall O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all.
If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales.
In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.
'Tis heard in Spring
When light and sunbeams, warm and kind,
On angel's wing
Bring love and music to the mind.
From all the ages my soul desired to take that soul-life which had flowed through them as the sunbeams had continually found an earth.
He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put in phials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw inclement summers.
I Have Learned 5 Things 1. The sulfurous flame sunbeams in corners lightning like cracked glass the bulb of an idea your dark eyes all have one source. 2. Pain is truer than people truer than a full plate truer than God 3. Joy is a suitcase packed with everyday things no beaded gowns, no hats no umbrella just pajamas, a toothbrush, sneakers. If it rains stand there soak up every drop like applause. 4. I have learned that I want less the sound of lake water lapping tadpoles listless in sun-heated shallows wispy grass, knobby reeds greeting me, my name caught in their raspy throats one or two clouds and a bird, maybe, if it doesn't sing. 5. Old age is where you started, a child looking up at the light at jumbled faces at mouths whispering, 'there, now, go back to sleep.'
I have no doubt that we will be successful in harnessing the sun's energy. If sunbeams were weapons of war, we would have had solar energy centuries ago.
Good words do more than hard speeches, as the sunbeams without any noise will make the traveler cast off his cloak, which all the blustering winds could not do, but only make him bind it closer to him.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
A woman's hopes are woven of sunbeams a shadow annihilates them.
The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.
Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories