/lit/ - Literature

What say the Bells of San Blas
To the ships that southward pass
From the harbor of Mazatlan?
To them it is nothing more
Than the sound of surf on the shore,—
Nothing more to master or man.

But to me, a dreamer of dreams,
To whom what is and what seems
Are often one and the same,—
The Bells of San Blas to me
Have a strange, wild melody,
And are something more than a name.

>>17340393
>tfw the weird tree is sending your roots signals but you don't want to be mean to him

>>17297474
>Hunt then the flying herds of themes!
>In ordered ardor

>>17264360
Why must you continually bait