Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.