Quote#Nature
Hark, below, the many-voiced earth
Quote byWilliam Vaughn Moody · 1869–1910
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Fire-Bringer (1904), ' Act II..
English (original)
Hark, below, the many-voiced earth, The chanting of the old religious trees, Rustle of far-off waters, woven sounds Of small and multitudinous lives awake, Peopling the grasses and the pools with joy, Uttering their meaning to the mystic night!
— William Vaughn Moody
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Time softly there Laughs through the abyss of radiance with the gods.
Bring me your children hither. … Unto this twain, man-child and womanchild, I give the passion of this element; This seed of longing, substance of this love; This power, this purity, this annihilation.
Passion is power, And, kindly tempered, saves. All things declare Struggle hath deeper peace than sleep can bring.
The gods despise enforcèd offerings. When the heart brings its dearest and its last Then only will they hear—if then, if then!
The sunn must lend his goulden beames, Soft windes their breath, green trees their shade, Sweete fields their flowers, cleare springs their streams, Ere such another smyle bee made.
Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice, And with that boding cry Why o'er the waves dost fly? O, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice!
