We do not, to be sure, make our choice whether we shall be literalist or dreamer;
. . . enthusiast, or keyed in a lower pitch of the marvelous scale of human temperament.
But were that election within our power, who would choose to things quite as they are, or as they are currently said to be?
Who would not invite the good genius that could relieve us from the ennui of commonplace and every-day by touching these with such enchantment that we should seem to ourselves " surrounded by beauty and wonder " ?
Is it of more service to see dust-motes in a sunbeam as dust-motes merely,
or to see in those shifting atoms what the youthful poet in the lecture-room beheld -- ambassadors to spirit his fancy away to Onberon and fairyland?
- The Century, Illustrated Monthly Magazine (November 1895)
. . . enthusiast, or keyed in a lower pitch of the marvelous scale of human temperament.
Who would not invite the good genius that could relieve us from the ennui of commonplace and every-day by touching these with such enchantment that we should seem to ourselves " surrounded by beauty and wonder " ?
Is it of more service to see dust-motes in a sunbeam as dust-motes merely,
or to see in those shifting atoms what the youthful poet in the lecture-room beheld -- ambassadors to spirit his fancy away to Onberon and fairyland?
- The Century, Illustrated Monthly Magazine (November 1895)
3 comments:
Isn't that just a beautiful writing? I love the pictures that go with it. I choose beauty and wonder~~~xo Diana
Dearest Mo,
That is a beautiful, observing and romantic poem. We cannot even say anymore that it was from the turn of the century as we've moved on to another century already...
Love to you and enjoy your roses; we do enjoy ours!
Mariette
Sweet and peaceful here as always, and oh so lovely....aahhhhhh....
I missed your spot while we were offline.
It's good to be able to revisit this, one of my favorite spots online.
Rose
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