Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.

'Arcturus' is his other name- I'd rather call him 'Star.' It's very mean of Science To go and interfere!

The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.

Action is redemption.

Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.