I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.

The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.

And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck-house, thinks much about God and about the world. Away in the valley yonder among the corn and the poppies men may well forget all things except the warmth of the sun upon the face, and the kind shadow under the hedge; but he who journeys through storm and darkness must needs think and think.

I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.

Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday mood, even though he often plucks flowers by the wayside and ties them into knots and garlands like little children and lays out on a sunny morning.

And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.