We Come From The Earth, We Return

In My Song You Catch At Times Note Sweeter Far Than Mine, And In The Tangle Of My Rhymes Can Scent The Eglantine.

No One Can Rightly Call His Garden His Own Unless He Himself Made It.

Have You Never, When Waves Were Breaking, Watched Children At Sport On The Beach, With Their Little Feet Tempting The Foam-fringe, Till With Stronger And Further Reach Than They Dreamed Of, A Billow Comes Bursting, How They Turn And Scamper And Screech!

Tears Are Summer Showers To The Soul.

Faded Smiles Oft Linger In The Face, While Grief's First Flakes Fall Silent On The Heart!