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The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers,
The water is held in its read more
The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers,
The water is held in its arms
And the sky is held in the water.
What is water,
That pours silver,
And can hold the sky?
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
'Tis rushing now adown the spout,
And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,
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'Tis rushing now adown the spout,
And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,
And wild in eager flow.
The earth is dried and parched with heat,
And it hath long'd to be
Released from out the selfish cloud,
To cool the thirsty tree.
Reuben, thou art my firstborn, my might, and the beginnings of my
strength, the excellency of dignity, and the read more
Reuben, thou art my firstborn, my might, and the beginnings of my
strength, the excellency of dignity, and the excellency of power:
Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel; because thou wentest up
to thy father's bed; then defiledst thou it: he went up to my
couch.
A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.
A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.
Enough shovels of earth -- a mountain. Enough pails of water -- a river.
Enough shovels of earth -- a mountain. Enough pails of water -- a river.
Water is life's mater and matrix, mother and medium. There is no life without water.
Water is life's mater and matrix, mother and medium. There is no life without water.
O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
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O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wracks;
A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea:
Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,
That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep
And mocked the dead bones that lay scatt'red by.
