November 4, 1909
Love
Love I saw in the desert,
Love I saw on the Nile,
Love I met with in Paris -
But I didn't know it at all!
At the sunset love I saw smiling,
In the Yosemite beckon and call,
At the fireside love sat musing -
But I didn't know it at all!
I sighed for a love peculiar,
I cried at the pity of fate,
I found rest and the peace of purpose -
But love -alas -'twas too late!
November 9, 1909
Ah, the beautiful children that seem newly alighted on this smudged earth, their clarity of eye and soul, how flower-like, how star-like! What color and transparency of light enbeams them, what grace and divinity of motion and look, when glory and mystery they bring from their fathomless birth, from their irised home in the assemblage of the past, the eternal and many islanded past!
November 12, 1909
He was a man who dared to go through life fearlessly himself, or fly the strong, free wing and imperiousness of an eagle. He was misunderstood -but what of that? -we are all misunderstood!
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