The Kaldron . frequently. Or that first wonderful party at the Lake your freshmanyear, and your initiatory boat ride in the moonlight. And nowyour last party and last moonlight stroll along the shore pathand the perfect understanding that made words superfluousand— Hut here are the pictures, reconstruct them as you will. Most of the wisdom of a world you hold, No knowledge-seeker comes to you but finds Those spirit-builders of your realm of gold, Almost Lifes masters—the worlds most mighty minds. When night is still do their great spirits meet,And sages chat while gayer souls carouse?Does Spen
The Kaldron . frequently. Or that first wonderful party at the Lake your freshmanyear, and your initiatory boat ride in the moonlight. And nowyour last party and last moonlight stroll along the shore pathand the perfect understanding that made words superfluousand— Hut here are the pictures, reconstruct them as you will. Most of the wisdom of a world you hold, No knowledge-seeker comes to you but finds Those spirit-builders of your realm of gold, Almost Lifes masters—the worlds most mighty minds. When night is still do their great spirits meet,And sages chat while gayer souls carouse?Does Spencer bow to Horace? and Jonson greetAgain his cronies of the coffee-house?Does Montaigne sneer and Martin Luther vow?Does Plato, who across a thousand most to those great thinkers near him now,Commune again with visionists and seers? Ah well, they hear it not, young hearts who comeTo make of you a lovers trysting place;The learning of a thousand years is dumbBeside the murmurs of a college The Librari/ Walk. The best of the world, the best of the world, Wherever walk the two together, And softly reigns youths sunny weather. Oh balcony, ballroom, or woodland way! You echo the song of a minstrel day Of womens lips and womens eyes, Of Eden still in fair disguise, An earthsong, yet it calls from us A wordless faith in an inborn promise Of worlds that were or worlds to be Across some far Lethean sea; A song still new although twas hid In the scrolls of the oldest pyramid. An old, old song those heartfelt call Opens a gate to Edens wall.
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