Praise is deeper than the lips

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.

In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.

Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.