Q. The great earth shall be thy cradle,
Rocking, rocking, day by day.
Star bespangled curtain spread
Every night above thy head.
Suns on suns shall gild thy brow,
Baby, baby, what art thou? Read the article »

I heard a knock, a hard blow,
At my gate, and cried I,
“Who is it? Ho.” Read the article »

Come hither, come hither, ye merry bird,
And tell me a story do.
Why are you always happy and glad,
And never a thought of sorrow have?
The bird cooed softly and whispered low,
The reason is very plain you know. Read the article »

Before ever land was,
Before ever the sea,
Or the soft hair of the grass,
Or the fair limbs of the tree,
Or the fresh-coloured fruit of my branches,
I was, and thy soul was in me. Read the article »

O Love! O Love I O Love!
Above time, space and causality
Thee I will always love,
O Truth, the one Reality. Read the article »

This primer well did me describe,
Its letters were hieroglyphic toys.
In different ways did me inscribe,
This alphabet so curious one day,
I relegate, to the waste-paper basket Read the article »

The oceans surge, the rivers roll
In me, in me, in me.
The flowers smile, the zephyrs blow
In me, in me, in me. Read the article »

His answer flashed as lightning in my heart:
No, neither vanity, nor shame
Taints me, no kind of blame!
Bo you wish me to bare ray Sell glorious, rare?
Are you candid, sincere, Read the article »

Yea, yea, ’tis so.
These forms of space and time
Are garments fine and covers rich, which half reveal
And half conceal that glorious love of mine. Read the article »

They say the Sun is but His photo,
They say that man is in His image,
They say He twinkles in the stars,
They say He smiles in fragrant flowers, Read the article »