poetry-sacred

Updated: July 19, 2025

"Once in the night I woke a water-hen was crying, and in the moonlight a kingfisher flew across. The wonder on the river the wonder of the moon and trees, the soft bright mist, the stillness! It was like another world, peaceful, enchanted, far holier than ours. It seemed like a vision of the thoughts that come to one how seldom! and go if one tries to grasp them. Magic poetry-sacred!"

John Galsworthy - Villa Rubein, and other stories