Microcosmography
He looks beyond the veils of night and day; He hearkens in the silence, and has heard The ancient woods by dryad singing stirred, To mortal ears how thin and far away. With what gross laughter yet he turns to play With slaves of vice and virtue and the herd Of flopping little Calibans, that gird At muddy boots and call them feet of clay. Here you may loaf the valley or breast the hill, Dive deep for pearl or sink your shaft for gold, Or watch Love, laughing, flit in the summer nights. Sit by the mud and sniff it as you will, If you but lift your eyes an inch, behold The moving tide and broken glimmer of lights.
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"He looks beyond the veils of night and day;..."
This evocative piece by John Le Gay Brereton, titled "Microcosmography", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...