Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Wednesday, April 18, 2012 at 9:50 PM
After the dazzle of day is gone,
Only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars;
After the clangor of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band,
Silent, athwart my soul, moves the symphony true.
This is thy hour, O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death, and the stars.
At the last, tenderly,
from the walls of the powerful, fortress'd house,
from the clasp of the knotted locks --
from the keep of the well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.
Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks -- with a whisper,
Set ope the doors, O Soul!
Tenderly! be not impatient!
(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh!
Strong is your hold, O love.)
Our life is closed, our life begins,
the long, long anchorage we leave,
the ship is clear at last, she leaps!
She swiftly courses from the shore, she leaps!
- Walt Whitman, from four different poems combined by Daniel Gawthrop
I am thoroughly enjoying this setting this week, and thought I would share with you on a fine Wednesday evening. It's almost enough to make a person want to die so someone can read this at my funeral.
In the unfortunate-for-you event that poetry is not your thing, and the necklace in this photo caught your eye (this is very similar), you might want to consider stopping in at this little shop (use code SPRINGFLING for 15% off your purchase until April 20th).
I have this on the way, and am plotting to acquire these, and maybe this...