The traveller

I lost my way, I forgot to call on your name. The raw heart beat against the world, and the tears were for my lost victory.

But you are here. You have always been here.

The world is all forgetting, and the heart is a rage of directions, but your name unifies the heart, and the world is lifted into its place.

Blessed is the one who waits in the traveller's heart for his turning.

- L. Cohen

But one hour

Full many a glorious morning have I seen

Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,

Kissing with golden face the meadows green,

Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;

Anon permit the basest clouds to ride

With ugly rack on his celestial face

And from the forlorn world his visage hide,

Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.

Even so my sun one early morn did shine

With all-triumphant splendour on my brow;

But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;

The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.

Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;

Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.

- W. Shakespeare