The Truth never flaunted a sign.
Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.
The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.
I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.
How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.
A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.