“We rise, but by the symbol charioted,
Through loved things rising up to Love's own ways
By these the soul unto the vast has wings
And sets the seal celestial on all mortal things.”
The Nuts of Knowledge (1903)
Context: Nearer to Thee, not by delusion led,
Though there no house fires burn nor bright eyes gaze,
We rise, but by the symbol charioted,
Through loved things rising up to Love's own ways
By these the soul unto the vast has wings
And sets the seal celestial on all mortal things.
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Irish writer, editor, critic, poet, and artistic painter 1867–1935Related quotes
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No. 453 (9 August 1712)
The Spectator (1711–1714)