The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.
God is the poetic genius in each of us.
Gratitude is heaven itself.
Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.
[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.