The fountains mingle with the river and the rivers with the ocean, the winds of heaven mix forever with sweet emotion. Nothing in the world is single, all things by a law divine in one another's being mingle, why not I with thine?
When the lamp is shattered, the light in the dust lies dead, when the cloud is scattered, the rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, sweet tones are remembered not, when the lips have spoken, loved accents are soon forgotten.
See mountains kiss high heaven and the waves clasp one another; no sister-flower would be forgiven if it disdained its brother. The sunlight clasps the earth and the moonbeams kiss the sea, what are all these kissings worth if thou kiss not me.
Love seeketh not itself to please nor for itself hath any care, but another gives it ease and builds a heaven in hell's despair. As music and splendour survive not the lamp and the lute, the heart's echoes render no song when the spirit is mute.
No song but sad dirges like the mind through a ruined cell or the mournful surges that ring the dead seaman's knell. Love seeketh only self to please, to bind another to its delight, joys in another's loss of ease and builds a hell in heaven's despair.
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Weird Inspirations
Historia CortaThe content contains short paragraphs which I wrote over years on the different feelings and experience of life I had and inspirations out of nowhere.
