Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat.

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.

Wonder is not precisely knowing.

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!