Hermes of the Ways by H.D. (1912) “The hard sand breaks, and the grains of it are clear as wine. Far off over the leagues of it, the wind, playing on the wide shore, piles little ridges, and the great waves break over it. But more than the many-foamed ways of the sea, I know him of the...

[embed]https://youtu.be/7dpqM-y29L0?t=10s[/embed] Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heav'n's sun doth gently waste. With such an expenditure of emotional energy as last week’s lunar eclipse required, this week you may need some extra time for quiet contemplation....