A power is passing from the earth.

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

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.

She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.

But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?

Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility.