Revisiting some 19th and 20th Century poems that call us to a place of introspection and tranquility.
“I know no birth, I know no death that chills;
I fear no fate nor fashion, cause nor creed,
I shall outdream the slumber of the hills,
I am the bud, the flower, I the seed:
For I do know that in whate’er I see
I am the part and it the soul of me.”
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