We shall not cease from exploration <br />And the end of all out exploring <br />Will be to arrive where we started <br />And know the place for the first time. <br />Through the unknown, remembered gate <br />When the last of earth left to discover <br />Is that which was the beginning; <br />At the source of the longest river <br />The voice of the hidden waterfall <br />And the children in the apple-tree <br />Not known, because not looked for <br />But heard, half heard, in the stillness <br />Between the two waves of the sea. <br />Quick now, here, now, always-- <br />A condition of complete simplicity <br />(Costing not less than everything) <br />And all shall be well and <br />All manner of things shall be well <br />When the tongues of flame are in-folded <br />Into the crowned knot of fire <br />And the fire and the rose are one. <br /> <br /> Little Gidding V, <br /> Four Quartets. <br /> -- T.S. Eliot (1943)<br /><br />Thomas Stearns Eliot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-quartets/
