Private Property
All fly - yet who is misanthrope? - The actual men and things that pass Jostling, to wither as the grass So soon: and (be it heaven's hope, Or poetry's kaleidoscope, Or love or wine, at feast, at mass) Each owns a paradise of glass Where never a yearning heliotrope Pursues the sun's ascent or slope; For the sun dreams there, and no time is or was. Like fauns embossed in our domain, We look abroad, and our calm eyes Mark how the goatish gods of pain Revel; and if by grim surprise They break into our paradise, Patient we build its beauty up again.
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"All fly - yet who is misanthrope? - ..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Aldous Leonard Huxley delivers a powerful performance in "Private Property"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...