The Lake of Beauty

Let your mind be quiet, realising the beauty of the world,

and the immense, the boundless treasures that it holds in store.

All that you have within you, all that your heart desires,

all that your Nature so specially fits you for -- that or the

counterpart of it of it waits embedded in the great Whole, for you.

It will surely come to you.

Yet equally surely not one moment before its appointed time

will it come. All your crying and fever and reaching out of

hands will make no difference.

Therefore do not begin that game at all.

Do not recklessly spill the waters of your mind

in this direction and in that,

lest you become like a spring lost and

dissipated in the desert.

But draw them together into a little compass, and hold them

still, so still;

And let them become clear, so clear -- so limpid, so mirror-like;

at last the mountains and sky shall glass themselves in peaceful beauty,

and the antelope shall descend to drink and to gaze at her

reflected image, and the lion to quench his thirst,

and Love himself shall come and bend over and catch his

own likeness in you.