Maxioms by Richard Hovey
For surely in the blind deep-buried roots
Of all men's souls to-day
A secret quiver shoots.
For surely in the blind deep-buried roots
Of all men's souls to-day
A secret quiver shoots.
I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall read more
I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
