I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
7 comments:
Just because....I chuckled.
it's cute
I would if I had wood.
It is cute.
No reason needed. Cute!
I chuckle every time I look at it.
I can't stop quoting this poster now! lol. And I do it in a very Dickensian way. My family thinks I'm nuts.
I do the same thing, Eric! That's how I heard it in my head and how I say it, too! "more porridge" I'm glad you told me this!
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