Rainer Maria Rilke

“ Naught is too small but I love it well,
And paint it large on golden ground,
And I hold it high, for I cannot foretell
Whose soul thereby will be unbound.
I live my life in circles that grow,
And are drawn over things that be;
The last mayhap I must ever forego,
But strive to reach it I may.
I turn about God; round the ancient tower’s form
On æons and æons I am borne along;
And I know not yet, am I falcon or storm,
Or one great song.
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“ Of the poor hours with Eternity.
And this is Life!—till cut of a constellation
The loneliest of all the hours doth rise,
That with a smile unlike her other sisters,
Mutely gazes at the Everlasting. ”