Thursday, 21 February 2008
-
"...Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
At the sophist schools, and the learned clan;
For what are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet."
-last stanza of Emerson's Good-by or the epitome of my feelings since arriving home ;)
-
recommend
- recs 0
-
share
-
email
- sent 0
Post a Comment