[OpenJades-developer] Rothers, Lofty of spirit, wise, and ever set to learn The chart of neighbo

[Weitze W. <mo...@he...>]

River On the outer edge of space, Where the body comes not ever, But the
absent dream hath place, Stands a city, tall and quiet, And its air is
sweet and dim; Never sound of grief or riot Makes it mad, or makes it
grim. And the tender skies thereover Neither sun, nor star, behold--
Only dusk it hath for cover,-- But a glamour soft with gold, Through a
mist of dreamier essence Than the dew of twilight, smiles On strange
shafts and domes and crescents, Lifting into eerie piles. In its courts
and hallowed places Dreams of distant worlds arise, Shadows of
transfigured faces, Glimpses of immortal eyes, Echoes of serenest
pleasure, Notes of perfect speech that fall, Through an air of endless
leisure, Marvellously musical. And I wander there at even, Sometimes
when my heart is clear, When a wider round of heaven And a vaster world
are near, When from many a shadow steeple Sounds of dreamy bells begin,
And I love the gentle people That my spirit finds therein. Men of a
diviner making Than the sons of pride and strife, Quick with love and
pity, breaking From a knowledge old as life; Women of a spiritual
rareness, Whom old passion and old woe Moulded to a slenderer fairness
Than the dearest shapes we know. In