“What shall I do now? What shall I do?
I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
What shall we ever do?”
(T.S. Eliot in Waste Land, 1922)
“Weary wind, who wanderest
Like the world’s rejected guest
Hast thou still some secret nest
On the tree or billow?”
(P.B. Shelley in Tell me thou wanderers)
“I have had my Seat on the Self-poised One,
I have drunk of the Cup of the Ineffable,
I have found the Key of the Mystery,
I have reached the Root of Union.
Travelling by no track, I have come to the Sorrowless Land: very
easily has the mercy of the great Lord come upon me.”
(R.Tagore in Songs of Kabir)
“Heureux le peuple, á ses serments fidèle,
Qui sans combats vit consacrer ses droits!
La Liberté jamais ne fut si belle
Qu’en descendant du marchepied des Rois.”
(Th. Gounet in Chant guerrier)
“But – after love what comes?
A scene that lours,
A few sad vacant hours,
And then, the Curtain.”
(Th. Hardy in He abjures love)