I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.

The noonday quiet holds the hill.

Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.

I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.

But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.