The great mind knows the power of gentleness.
Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.
In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.
What joy is better than the news of friends?
Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.
Poetry, like love, is something we never truly say goodbye to.