There may be Chaos still around the World
George Santayana, Sonnets and Other Verses (New York: Stone and Kimball, 1896): 16. PS 2771 1896 Robarts Library
1There may be chaos still around the world,
2This little world that in my thinking lies;
3For mine own bosom is the paradise
4Where all my life's fair visions are unfurled.
5Within my nature's shell I slumber curled,
6Unmindful of the changing outer skies,
9I heed them not; or if the subtle night
10Haunt me with deities I never saw,
11I soon mine eyelid's drowsy curtain draw
12To hide their myriad faces from my sight.
13They threat in vain; the whirlwind cannot awe
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