by William Blake
Saw you not even now a blessed troop
Invite me to a banquet, whose bright faces
Cast thousand beams upon me like the sun?
They promised me eternal happiness
And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
I am not worthy yet to wear; I shall assuredly.
~William Shakespeare
Sometimes one finds oneself in surroundings one knows-the sights and scenes and people are all just the same as always, but suddenly something from a different world seems to show through them. Each detail is not only familiar in itself, but all at once a symbol of something else much more important as well. Perhaps really the world is always like this but only occasionally we see it so.
~Rodney Collin
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