The Cry
A cry to Angels,
From across the cazzum,
A cry of crying,
Answered in multitudes,
Light streams from high,
To warm the sand,
As water breaks,
Against the torment,
To reveal a view,
Only for the select many.
The Cry
A cry to Angels,
From across the cazzum,
A cry of crying,
Answered in multitudes,
Light streams from high,
To warm the sand,
As water breaks,
Against the torment,
To reveal a view,
Only for the select many.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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