In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!
Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.
I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.
Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.
My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?
If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now