Thomas Holley Chivers > Quotes

“Clatta, clatta, clatta, clatter
Like the devil beating batter
Down below in iron platter
Which subsides into a clanky
And a clinky, and a clanky
And a clinky, clanky, clanky
And a clanky, clinky, clanky
And the song that now I offer
For Apollo's Golden Coffer
With the friendship that I proffer
Is for Riding on a Rail”
― Thomas Holley Chivers

“As an egg, when broken, never
Can be mended, but must ever
Be the same crushed egg forever —
So shall this dark heart of mine!
Which, though broken, is still breaking,
And shall never more cease aching
For the sleep which has no waking —
For the sleep which now is thine!”
― Thomas Holley Chivers

“As the diamond is the crystalline Revelator of the achromatic white light of Heaven, so is a perfect poem the crystalline revelation of the Divine Idea.”
― Thomas Holley Chivers, Eonchs of ruby; A gift of love

“Many mellow Cydonian suckets
Sweet apples, anthosmial, divine,
From the ruby-rimmed beryline buckets
Star-gemmed, lily-shaped, hyaline;
Like the sweet golden goblet found growing
On the wild emerald cucumber-tree,
Rich, brilliant, like chrysopraz glowing
I then brought to my Rosalie Lee”
― Thomas Holley Chivers

“While from his fingers' ends the dews of sound
Dript, changing into Jewels as they fell,
Bright as stalactites of crystal hung
In the Enchanted Caverns of the Nymphs.
The lucid, liquid, silvery touch of his
Soft fingers drew from out the strings such notes
As only follow from an Angel's hand -
Whose music seemed to run down from his soul
And crystallize itself thereon in sparkling tones
Of multicolored Jewels pure as love,
And perfect as those twelve Foundation-stones
Set in the Temple of the Living God.”
― Thomas Holley Chivers

“So do I hope to gather golden grain,
Into the Adamantine Pyramid Bins
Of Heaven.”
― Thomas Holley Chivers