Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- The blonde Assassin passes on -- The Sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another Day For an Approving God.

The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.

Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.

Forever is made up of nows.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.