Topic: Heaven

Threnody (Fragments)

The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead he has no power, The lost, the lost he cannot restore, And, looking over the hills, I mourn The darling who shall not return. I see my empty house, I see my trees repair...

By Ralph Waldo Emerson
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03 January


How like the stars are these white, nameless faces— These far innumerable burning coals! This pale procession out of stellar spaces, This Milky Way of souls! Each in its own bright nebulæ enfurled, Each face, dear God, a world! I fling my gaze out through the silent night: In those far stars,...

By Hermann Hagedorn
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13 November