A Draught of the Blue, together with An Essence of the Dusk

A Draught of the Blue, together with An Essence of the Dusk

COPYRIGHT, 1906 BY F. W. BAIN (For "An Essence of the Dusk") Published, January, 1907 Reprinted, March, 1907; September, 1908 July, 1910; September, 1911 The Knickerbocker Press, New York The sun goes down, for those alone, who stand on a revolving sphere: and so, in Nature's universal life, Death is but a dissolving view, a word without a meaning: real only to the accidental unit, to whose local and momentary combination it sets a term. Death is a thing of nought, phenomenal, kaleidoscopic: a juggle of the Mother of Illusion, Prakriti or My, whose magic scene not only never dies, but like her own wild animals, sleeps even with an open eye. You never catch her napping. And often, when you think that you have done it, she winks at you, just as it were to show you your mistake. As sometimes, on a hot midsummer day, when the delicate blue smoke from cottage chimneys rises straight into the air, and Nature holds her breath: you think, she is asleep: and all at once, there comes a little whisper, and a ripple passes over all the golden ears of corn, and in another moment, all is still. Or on a cliff that overhangs a glassy sea, you lie and dream, and think, the very water sleeps: and then, a sudden change of colour flushes the ocean opal for only a single instant, and is gone. Or in a wood at noon, you listen to the silence, and a rustle suddenly quivers in the trees, and dies away. Murmurs and echoes: moments and emotions of the pulses of the world: hints and indications, still, small voices more significant than storms, of the never-sleeping thrill and throb of universal action. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 49033
Author: Bain, F. W. (Francis William)
Release Date: May 23, 2015
Format: eBook
Language: English