Aldous Huxley

(1894-1963 / Godalming)

Books And Thoughts - Poem by Aldous Huxley

Old ghosts that death forgot to ferry
Across the Lethe of the years -
These are my friends, and at their tears
I weep and with their mirth am merry.
On a high tower, whose battlements
Give me all heaven at a glance,
I lie long summer nights in trance,
Drowsed by the murmurs and the scents
That rise from earth, while the sky above me
Merges its peace with my soul's peace,
Deep meeting deep. No stir can move me,
Nought break the quiet of my release:

In vain the windy sunlight raves
At the hush and gloom of polar caves.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 3, 2014


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