You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.
A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.