"After the torch-light red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and place and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience"
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom"
"And God said
Shall these bones live? shall these
Bones live? And that which had been contained
In the bones (which were already dry)
Because of the goodness of this Lady
And because of her loveliness, and because
She honours the Virgin in meditation,
We shine with brightness."
"If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word."
"The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation."
The One Constant In Eliot's