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ferineFirst, today’s excerpts from Algernon Blackwood’s A Prisoner In Fairyland:
(from page 233):
"The Interfering Sun has set!
Now Sirius flings down the Net!
See, the meshes flash and quiver,
As the golden, silent river
Clears the dark world’s troubled dream.
Takes it sleeping.
Gilds its weeping.
With a star’s mysterious beam.
Oh, think Beauty!
It’s your duty!
In the Cave of Stardust you work for others,
All the stars are little brothers;
Think their splendour,
Strong and tender;
Think their glory
In the Story
Of each day your nights redeem?
Every loving, gentle thought
Of this fairy brilliance wrought,
Every wish that you surrender,
Every little impulse tender,
Every service that you render
Brings its tributary stream!
In the fretwork
On the network
Hearts lie patterned and a-gleam!
Think with passion
That shall fashion
Life’s entire design well-planned;
While the busy Pleiades,
Sisters to the Hyades,
Seven by seven
Across the heaven,
Light desire
With their fire!
Working cunningly together in a soft and tireless band,
Sweetly linking
All our thinking,
In the Net of Sympathy that brings back Fairyland!"
(from page 235):
"... the moment thought gets away from self it lets in starlight and makes room for happiness. To think with sympathy of others is to grow: you take in their experience and add it to your own -- development; the heart gets soft and deep and wide till you feel the entire universe buttoning its jacket round you. To think of self means friction and hence reduction."
"What life! What a rush of splendor!" she exclaimed as they reached the great woods and heard them shouting below in the winds. "I see now why the forest always comforted me. There’s strength here I can take back into my body with me when I go."
"The trees, yes, express visibly only a portion of their life," he told her. "There is an overflow we can appropriate."
(from page 233):
"The Interfering Sun has set!
Now Sirius flings down the Net!
See, the meshes flash and quiver,
As the golden, silent river
Clears the dark world’s troubled dream.
Takes it sleeping.
Gilds its weeping.
With a star’s mysterious beam.
Oh, think Beauty!
It’s your duty!
In the Cave of Stardust you work for others,
All the stars are little brothers;
Think their splendour,
Strong and tender;
Think their glory
In the Story
Of each day your nights redeem?
Every loving, gentle thought
Of this fairy brilliance wrought,
Every wish that you surrender,
Every little impulse tender,
Every service that you render
Brings its tributary stream!
In the fretwork
On the network
Hearts lie patterned and a-gleam!
Think with passion
That shall fashion
Life’s entire design well-planned;
While the busy Pleiades,
Sisters to the Hyades,
Seven by seven
Across the heaven,
Light desire
With their fire!
Working cunningly together in a soft and tireless band,
Sweetly linking
All our thinking,
In the Net of Sympathy that brings back Fairyland!"
(from page 235):
"... the moment thought gets away from self it lets in starlight and makes room for happiness. To think with sympathy of others is to grow: you take in their experience and add it to your own -- development; the heart gets soft and deep and wide till you feel the entire universe buttoning its jacket round you. To think of self means friction and hence reduction."
"What life! What a rush of splendor!" she exclaimed as they reached the great woods and heard them shouting below in the winds. "I see now why the forest always comforted me. There’s strength here I can take back into my body with me when I go."
"The trees, yes, express visibly only a portion of their life," he told her. "There is an overflow we can appropriate."
