Let us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.

There is nothing in the world more peaceful than apple - leaves with an early moon.

Tender, too, is the silence of human feet. You have but to pass a season amongst the barefooted to find that man, who, shod, makes so much ado, is naturally as silent as snow.

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, / Unseen, this colorless sky of folded showers, / And folded winds...

O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise / In the young children's eyes. / But I have learnt the years, and know the yet / Leaf-folded violet.

But, visiting Sea, your love doth press / And reach in further than you know, / And fills all these; and, when you go, / There's loneliness in loneliness.

Let us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.