Poetic Inspiration
My favorite stanzas from Robert Lawrence Binyons 1894 Winter Sunrise
I turn to the window, and out of a low cloud Is a brimming- over of brightness, dazzling the eye With levelled brilliance, fiery-fresh, the Sun. As in absent thought with dreaming eyes I gaze On sudden shadows gliding across the rime A vision comes before me in utter silence The earth is moving, the earth is rolling over All that is usual all that goes unquestioned is taken from me wider, wider the doors of vision are opening Horizon opening in to unguessed horizon And I with the earth am moving into the light The earth is moving, the earth is rolling over into the light long, long shadows of trees run out are running across the grass.