Matter by Amos Bronson Alcott

Out of the chaos dawns in sight
The globe’s full form in orbèd light;
Beam kindles beam, kind mirrors kind,
Nature’s the eyeball of the Mind;
The fleeting pageant tells for nought
Till shaped in Mind’s creative thought.

From: Cooke, George Willis (ed.), The Poets of Transcendentalism. An Anthology, 1903, Houghton, Mifflin and Company: Boston and New York, pp. 53-54.

Date: 1877

By: Amos Bronson Alcott (1799-1888)

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