Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
I have a heart with room for every joy.
I have a heart with room for every joy.
Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths,
And tell them.
Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths,
And tell them.
Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
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Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sum what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.
Imagination is the air of mind.
Imagination is the air of mind.
Earth took her shining station as a star,
In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
Earth took her shining station as a star,
In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
