Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it; We are happy now because God wills it.
James Russell LowellOver our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite And to our ages drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
James Russell LowellA weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.
James Russell Lowell