An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.
The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.
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 softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.
My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word
PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.