The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity.

The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity.

The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but read more

The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
In sorrow.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through
it. The river was cut by the world's read more

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through
it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over
rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are
timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of
the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.

Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up between two eternities!

Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up between two eternities!

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence

Eternity! thou pleasing dreadful thought!
Through what variety of untried being,
Through what new scenes and changes read more

Eternity! thou pleasing dreadful thought!
Through what variety of untried being,
Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!

The world -- A small parenthesis in eternity.

The world -- A small parenthesis in eternity.

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in read more

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can read more

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.