“The greying east brightened, metamorphosed to pink, then red, and then the giant ball of fire rose out of the blackened hills. Across the desolation lay a supreme indifference, the casualness of night and another day, and yet the secret intimacy of those hills, their silent consoling wonder, made death a thing of no great importance. You could die, but the desert would hide the secret of your death, it would remain after you, to cover your memory with ageless wind and heat and cold.”

1990s, Long Walk to Freedom (1995)
Context: I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can rest only for a moment, for with freedom comes responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended.

"Tadmore"
Venus Invisible and Other Poems (1928)

Source: The Giver

"Understanding"
Flame and Shadow (1920)

Possession
Song lyrics, Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (1993)

Part I
The City of Dreadful Night (1870–74)

Du hôrtst och vor dir sprechen ie,
swer dem andern half daz er genas,
daz er sîn vîent dâ nâch was.
Bk. 10, st. 525, line 2; p. 266.
Parzival

From the Hills of Dream, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).