I said to my soul be still, 
and wait without hope 
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; 
wait without love 
For love would be love of the wrong thing; 
there is yet faith 
But the faith and the love and the hope 
are all in the waiting. 
Wait without thought, 
for you are not ready for thought: 
So the darkness shall be the light, 
and the stillness the dancing. 

***** 

We shall not cease from exploration 
And the end of all our exploring 
Will be to arrive where we started 
And know the place for the first time. 
Through the unknown, remembered gate 
When the last of earth left to discover 
Is that which was the beginning; 
At the source of the longest river 
The voice of the hidden waterfall 
And the children in the apple-tree 
Not known, because not looked for 
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness 
Between two waves of the sea. 
Quick now, here, now, always - 
A condition of complete simplicity 
(Costing not less than everything) 
And all shall be well and 
All manner of thing shall be well 
When the tongues of flame are infolded 
Into the crowned knot of fire 
And the fire and the rose are one. 

from Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot