Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side.

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.

Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain- beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering.

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.

It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.

When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.