All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder.

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.

All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is?

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.