Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.

Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim.

Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange

Of Planets, struggling fierce towards heaven's free wilderness.

There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.

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

[L]ike thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough year just awake In its cradle on the brake. The brightest hour of unborn Spring, Through the winter wandering, Found, it seems, the halcyon Morn To hoar February born.