I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.