Shadows (Howe)/Proportion
HERE rose a star above the hillAcross the bay;Through the night-spaces vast and still Shone the great ray;Beneath it glowed a lesser light By mortal lit,Yet through the dark a path as bright Led back to it.
PROPORTION
HERE rose a star above the hillAcross the bay;Through the night-spaces vast and still Shone the great ray;Beneath it glowed a lesser light By mortal lit,Yet through the dark a path as bright Led back to it.Here in the day a bird flies by, Above the trees;On other vision bent, mine eye Unheeding sees.Was it a distant eagle's wing That clove the blue,Or some near insect harvesting The honey's dew?
If eyes deceive, then let my soul See clear and straight; Through all appearance, part and whole, Stand separate!Know, soul, what things are near, what far, Sift great from small;Seize, soul,—whate'er the visions are,— The truth in all.