"I dug a grave under an oak-tree. With infinite care, I stamped my spade Into the heavy grass. The sod sucked it, And I drew it out with effort, Watching the steel run liquid in the moonlight As it came clear. I stooped, and dug, and never turned, For behind me, On the dried leaves, My own face lay like a white pebble, Waiting." (Amy Lowell in Pictures from the floating world) Liège (B)
“The man that is open of heart to his neighbour,
And stops to consider his likes and dislikes,
His blood shall be wholesome whatever his labour,
His luck shall be with him whatever he strikes.
The Splendour of Morning shall dully possess him,
That he may not be sad at the falling of eve.
And, when he has done with mere living–God bless him!–
A many shall sigh, and one Woman shall grieve!”
(R. Kipling in Neighbours)
“Blue bird, true bird,
Tell them my heart is fain
To cross the plain and the mountain,
And live in their heart again!
But I am a slave in a far-off land,
And I long, I long in vain!”
(E. Nesbit in Slave song)
"Zum Sehen geboren, Zum Schauen bestellt, Dem Turme geschworen Gefällt mir die Welt. Ich blick' in die Ferne, Ich seh' in der Näh' Den Mond und die Sterne, Den Wald und das Reh." (J.W. von Goethe in Faust) Herstal (B)