Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

The only man, woman, or child who wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors "is dead."

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems

All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.

O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring.

n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s

i shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile