Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.
An atheist is a man who believes himself an accident.
Thou cannot stir a flower Without troubling a star.
The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.
Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.
Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.