Cantilena Mundi

Kind of at a loss for words today, so instead of typing out some long-winded post that says nothing, I thought I would share one of my favorite Fiona Macleod/William Sharp poems with you today.   Hope you all enjoy.  May you all have a wonderful Tuesday.

Where rainbows rise through sunset rains

By shores forlorn of isles forgot,

A solitary Voice complains

"The World is here, the World is not."

The Voice the wind is, or the sea,

Or spirit of the sundown West:

Or is it but a breath set free

From off the Islands of the Blest ?

It may be: but I turn my face

To that which still I hold so dear:

And lo, the voices of the days--

"The World is not, the World is here."

'Tis the same end whichever way,

And either way is soon forgot:

"The World is all in all, To-day:

To-morrow all the World is not."

--Fiona Macleod--