Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us - and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand in its breeches pocket. Poetry should be great & unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself but with its subject. - How beautiful are the retired flowers! how would they lose their beauty were they to throng into the highway crying out, "admire me I am a violet! dote upon me I am a primrose!"

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?

Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego

Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

All writing is a form of prayer.