Stands The Church Clock At Ten To

And In My Flower-beds, I Think, Smile The Carnation And The Pink.

I Have Need To Busy My Heart With Quietude.

The Worst Of Slaves Is He Whom Passion Rules.

There Are Only Three Things In The World, One Is To Read Poetry, Another Is To Write Poetry, And The Best Of All Is To Live Poetry.

Infinite Hungers Leap No More I In The Chance Swaying Of Your Dress; And Love Has Changed To Kindliness.