The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.

To be alive──is Power.

The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste.

I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—