“I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.”

The Mysteries of Berkeley (March 2002)

Part I: Ecce Gubernator (p. 11)
The Unquiet Grave (1944)

Source: Eternal Life: A New Vision: Beyond Religion, Beyond Theism, Beyond Heaven and Hell

"Departure" (1918) from The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems (1923)

"That's What Love Is For", co-written with Michael Omartian and Mark Mueller
Song lyrics, Heart in Motion (1991)

Source: White Oleander

Source: The Demon-Haunted World : Science as a Candle in the Dark (1995), Ch. 2 : Science and Hope
Context: I worry that, especially as the Millennium edges nearer, pseudo-science and superstition will seem year by year more tempting, the siren song of unreason more sonorous and attractive. Where have we heard it before? Whenever our ethnic or national prejudices are aroused, in times of scarcity, during challenges to national self-esteem or nerve, when we agonize about our diminished cosmic place and purpose, or when fanaticism is bubbling up around us-then, habits of thought familiar from ages past reach for the controls. The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers. The demons begin to stir.

&lt;p&gt;El remanso del aire<br>bajo la rama del eco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;El remanso del agua<br>bajo fronda de luceros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;El remanso de tu boca<br>bajo espesura de besos.&lt;/p&gt; <br class="br">&quot; Remansos: Variación http://www.poesia-inter.net/fgls0402.htm&quot; from El Diván del Tamarit (1940)

"The Story Hearer"