Delight Alone!
In the surging swell
Where joys abound,
In perfumed wavelets’
Trembling sound,
In the world’s soft breathing
Whisp’ring round -
To drown thus – sink down thus
- all thought gone – delight alone!
Last lines of Wagner’s Tristan
Over-soul
“The Supreme Critic on the errors of the past and the present, and the only prophet of that which must be, is that great nature in which we rest, as the earth lies in the soft arms of the atmosphere; that Unity, that Over-soul, within which every man’s particular being is contained and made one with all other.”
