I am gennerally understood tho I do not use that awkward squad of pointings called commas colons semicolons etc.
For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love, Where nothing can hear or intrude; It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove, In beautiful green solitude.
I found the poems in the fields And only wrote them down
I am the self-consumer of my woes.
Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.