And see, no longer blinded by our eyes. – Rupert Brooke
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. – Rupert Brooke

And see, no longer blinded by our eyes. – Rupert Brooke
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. – Rupert Brooke
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. – Rupert Brooke
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes. – Rupert Brooke
Vision may sometimes sleep in the sun, while it wakens to widest revelation in utter darkness. Thus I am rapt in a trance-like acceptance of opening cavernous depths, crypts of decyphered gloom, yielding hollows of velvet obscurity that go down, down to the roots of things. – Virginia Garland, “The Rain,” Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the Ne