There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.
The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
I am athirst for God, the living God.
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.