The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.

The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.

It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.