Lost Youth

Often I think of the beautiful town     That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town,     And my youth comes back to me.         And a verse of a Lapland song         Is haunting my memory still:     "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), My Lost Youth

Cloud City

What little town by river or sea shore,     Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,         Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? -John Keats (1795-1821), Ode on a Grecian Urn

White Veil

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. -Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), The Snow-Storm

Gate

here I opened wide the door;-- Darkness there, and nothing more. -Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), The Raven

Veiled Destinies

And others came. Desires and Adorations;     Wingèd Persuasions, and veiled Destinies; -Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), Adonais

Gate

It lies in Heaven, across the flood     Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night     With flame and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth     Spins like a fretful midge. -Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), The Blessed Damozel