Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame. With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine.

Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.

But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold, Translated to a vase of gold; In burning throne though they keep still Serenities unthawed and chill.

The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,Moves all the labouring surges of the world.

Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.

Babies breathe a lot more rapidly than adults do, and what's more, they're also growing quickly and so they're absorbing lots more into the body and they're more fragile in terms of development and so on.

The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.