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Round about the cauldron go;   
In the poison’d entrails throw.   
Toad, that under cold stone    
Days and nights hast thirty one   
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,   
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.   

In a dim corner of my room
    For longer than my fancy thinks,
    A beautiful and silent Sphinx
Has watched me through the shifting gloom.

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on Istanbul.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

Trees need not walk the earth

For beauty or for bread;

Beauty will come to them

Where they stand.

Here among the children of the sap

Is no pride of ancestry:

A birch may wear no less the morning

Than an oak.

Here are no heirlooms

Sunset and evening star,
      And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
      When I put out to sea,

 But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
      Too full for sound and foam,

Rest you by this various planet
or lounge in the sky lounge
be my guest I'll take you there
& introduce you around & show
you the sky ropes & the
city maps and the world as
flat as a map and the world
as round as a lively face

To the beach 
Where the sea is blue
And little white waves
Come running at you.
A wave comes splashing
Over your toes. You just stand still
And away it goes.
We'll build a castle 
Down by the sea
And look for shells

"Life is a journey up a spiral staircase; as we grow older we cover the ground covered we have covered before, only higher up; as we look down the winding stair below us we measure our progress by the number of places where we were but no longer are.