Between The Vision And The Act Lies

The Very Existence Of Libraries Affords The Best Evidence That We May Yet Have Hope For The Future Of Man

Winter Kept Us Warm, Covering Earth In Forgetful Snow

Uncorseted, Her Friendly Bust Gives Promise Of Pneumatic Bliss.

We Shall Not Cease From Exploration And The End Of All Our Exploring Will Be To Arrive Where We Started And Know The Place For The First Time. Through The Unknown, Remembered Gate When The Last Of Earth Left To Discover Is That Which Was The Beginning; At The Source Of The Longest River The Voice Of The Hidden Waterfall And The Children In The Apple-tree Not Known, Because Not Looked For But Heard, Half-heard, In The Stillness Between Two Waves Of The Sea.

I Am Moved By Fancies That Are Curled, Around These Images And Cling, The Notion Of Some Infinitely Gentle, Infinitely Suffering Thing.