Epipsychidionlines 174-189, Percy Bysshe Shelley
Mind from its object differs most in this;
Evil from good; misery from happiness;
The baser from the nobler; the impure
And frail, from what is clear and must
endure;
If you divide suffering and dross, you
may
Diminish till it is consumed away;
If you divide pleasure and love and thought,
Each part exceeds the whole; and we know
not
How much, while any yet remains unshared,
Of pleasure may be gained, of sorrow
spared.
This truth is that deep well, whence sages
draw
The unenvied light of hope; the eternal law
By which those live, to whom this world of
life
Is as a garden ravaged, and whose strife
Tills for the promise of a later birth
The wilderness of this Elysian earth.
1 comment:
Hi Lee
I love the photo of the railroad crossing and the little shed / shack off to one side.
It's probably one of the best photo's i've ever seen
Did you take it?
Cheers...all my best...f
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