এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা প্রয়োজন।
yQ বৰ্ত্তমান জগৎ With the sound and color of my voice, Time to time I bind ; Strange is the echo, but real is the echo, And why fright at one's own echoself? Though I call not and the spacedome silent be. My echo, my tone-self, is thereIn space beyond with infinite echos it waits. With whatever word or vision silence I imprint, That my echo-self sends back to me. My echo here Is myself of everywhere My echo everywhere, ইহা এখনও প্ৰকাশিত হয় নাই ।
- From Art Consciousness-one of a Series of Essays on Art recently written by Mr. Weber.
