Praise is deeper than the lips
Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.
Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.
If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.