T E Hulme
Above the Dock
Above the quiet dock in midnight,
Tangled in the tall mast’s corded height,
Hangs the moon. What seemed so far away
Is but a child’s balloon, forgotten after play.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Above the Dock
Above the quiet dock in midnight,
Tangled in the tall mast’s corded height,
Hangs the moon. What seemed so far away
Is but a child’s balloon, forgotten after play.
Seek simplicity and distrust it.
The man who insists on seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides.
When it comes to life the critical thing is whether you take things for granted or take them with gratitude.