We have only begun
to imagine the fullness of life.
How could we tire of hope?
So much is in the bud.
~ from CANDLES IN BABYLON by Denise Levertov
I bind unto myself today
The virtues of the starlit heavens,
The glorius sun's lifegiving ray,
The whiteness of the moon at even,
The flashing of the lightning free,
The whirling wind's tempestuous shocks,
The stable earth, the deep salt sea
Around the old eternal rocks.