Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.

I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...

Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum; Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!

How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.