• Earth has not anything to show more fair;
    Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
    A sight so touching in its majesty:
    This city now doth, like a garment, wear
    The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
    Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
    Open unto the fields, and to the sky,
    All bright and glittering in the smokeless air....

  • Forever — is composed of Nows —

    'Tis not a different time —

    Except for Infiniteness —

    And Latitude of Home —


    From this — experienced Here —

    Remove the Dates — to These —

    Let Months dissolve in further Months —

    And Years — exhale in Years —


    Without Debate — or Pause —...