It is enough for me by day To walk the same bright earth with him; Enough that over us by night The same great roof of stars is dim. I do not hope to bind the wind Or set a fetter on the sea -- It is enough to feel his love Blow by like music over me.

The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.

I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.

The poet should try to give his poem the quiet swiftness of flame, so that the reader will feel and not think while he is reading. But the thinking will come afterwards.

It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far

Spend all you have for loveliness.