I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees. For soon the shower will be done, And then the broad face of the sun Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth Until the world with answering mirth Shakes joyously, and each round drop Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.

I love humanity but I hate people.

I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My anguish, into something I can bear

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.

Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.

Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment.