July 30
Companions of the Way (Evening)Io ritornai dalla santissima onda Rifatto sì, come piante novelle Rinnovellate di novella fronda, Puro, e disposto a salire alle stelle.
HOW pure at heart and sound in head, With what divine affections bold Should be the man whose thought would hold An hour's communion with the dead.
In vain shalt thou, or any, call The spirits from their golden day, Except, like them, thou too canst say, My spirit is at peace with all.
They haunt the silence of the breast, Imaginations calm and fair, The memory like a cloudless air, The conscience as a sea at rest:
But when the heart is full of din, And doubt beside the portal waits, They can but listen at the gates, And hear the household jar within.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
THOUGHTS