Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.