As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow

Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality.

Fate,Time,Occasion,Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.

February... Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, It kissed the forehead of the Earth, And smiled upon the silent sea, And bade the frozen streams be free, And waked to music all their fountains, And breathed upon the frozen mountains.

Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets food is love and fame.

I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.

The cloud of mind is discharging its collected lightning.