THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



immortal thought. When the yellow 

 Syrian lions stood in old time of Egypt, 

 then, too, the sunlight gleamed on the 

 eyes of men, as now this hour on mine. 

 The same consciousness of light, the 

 same sun, but the eyes that saw it and 

 mine, how far apart ! The immense lion 

 here beside me expresses larger nature 

 — cosmos — the ever-existent thought 

 which sustains the world. Massiveness 

 exalts the mind till the vast roads of 

 space which the sun tramples are as an 

 arm's-length. Such a moment cannot 

 endure long; gradually the roar deep- 

 ens, the current resolves into individuals, 

 the houses return— it is only a square. 

 But a square potent. For London is 

 the only real place in the world. The 

 cities turn towards London as young 

 partridges run to their mother. The 

 cities know that they are not real. 

 They are only houses and wharves, and 

 bricks and stucco; only outside. The 



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