A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove.
The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!
Faith is a passionate intuition.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.