“To live in beauty—which is put into four words all the dreams and spiritual efforts of the soul of man.”
Fiona Macleod.
Who plays the Song of Songs upon the Hills of Dream? It is said Love is that need-player, for There is no song like his.
But today I saw one, on these still garths of shadow and silence, who put a hollow reed to his lips and played a white spell of beauty. Then I knew Love and Sorrow to be one, as in the old myth of Oengus of the White Birds and The Grey Shadows.
(F. M.)
“The network of words is like a big forest: it is the cause of curious wanderings.”
Indian Saying
TO
MR. P. ANDERSON GRAHAM