That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.
Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...
The Soul selects her own Society.
Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .
Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"?
These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.