Tulips and Chimneys (1923) "in Just-"
“Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?”
“Ah, how wonderful is the advent of spring!”
Source: Kavanagh: A Tale (1849), Chapter 13.
Context: Ah, how wonderful is the advent of spring! — the great annual miracle of the blossoming of Aaron's rod, repeated on myriads and myriads of branches! — the gentle progression and growth of herbs, flowers, trees, — gentle and yet irrepressible, — which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous and the perpetual exercise of God's power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.
Source: Unweaving the Rainbow: Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder
Source: Hawthorn and Lavender (1901), XI
As quoted in Martin Luther: The Man Who Rediscovered God and Changed the World (2017) by By Eric Metaxas, p. 85
“Most of us don't collapse into puddles of stress-related disease.”
Stress, Neurodegeneration and Individual Differences (2001), Timecode 09:28
"Spring", p. 61. Compare: "Oh, East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet", Rudyard Kipling.
Along the Trail (1898)
"Prologue"
Poems (1898), Rhymes And Rhythms
Context: p>Those incantations of the Spring
That made the heart a centre of miracles
Grow formal, and the wonder-working bours
Arise no more — no more.Something is dead...
'Tis time to creep in close about the fire
And tell grey tales of what we were, and dream
Old dreams and faded, and as we may rejoice
In the young life that round us leaps and laughs,
A fountain in the sunshine, in the pride
Of God's best gift that to us twain returns,
Dear Heart, no more — no more.</p
