“Loved once for ever loved: how surely sounds This gospel to me since I learned to list Truth from thy lips, mine own evangelist. What thought presumes to set now any bounds To Love whose being informs us and surrounds?” SoundMinesBoundsLipsListsSurroundEvangelists Author:John Barlas
“As I go musing through this mournful land Soothed by the pine-tree's solemn harmony, Thy well-loved image comes and walks by me. I seem to hold thee by the gentle hand And talk of things I dimly understand, That thy dear spirit set to mine may be As to an intricate lock the simple key.” WellsMayHandsSeemsSpiritSimpleWalksTreeLandMinesKeysHarmonyDearTheeGentleLocksSolemnIntricateMusingsPine Trees Author:John Barlas
“I saw thee in a vision of the night Transfigured; for it seemed that on thy brows The heavens did rest with all their stars, like boughs Laden with blossoms; round thy feet the bright Green waves, like grass, ran rippling, strewn with white Star-fragments of rent petals: wasted vows, And ruined prayers I thought them, such as house In hearts that love and are not loved aright.” HeartNightHouseHeavenStarsPrayerWhiteVisionSawsFeetGreenRoundsWaveTheeGrassRanRuinedFragmentsVowBrowsPetals Author:John Barlas