All songs by George Santayana
A thousand beauties that have never been
A wall a wall to hem the azure sphere
Above the battlements of heaven rise
Blaspheme not love ye lovers nor dispraise
Deem not because you see me in the press
Dreamt I to-day the dream of yesternight
Have I the heart to wander on the earth
Have patience it is fit that in this wise
I sought on earth a garden of delight
I would I had been born in natures day
I would I might forget that I am I
Love not as do the flesh-imprisoned men
Mightier storms than this are brewed on earth
O Martyred Spirit of this helpless Whole
O world thou choosest not the better part
Slow and reluctant was the long descent
Sweet are the days we wander with no hope
There may be chaos still around the world
There was a time when in the teeth of fate
These strewn thoughts by the mountain pathway sprung