Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant / Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air / Of absence withers what was once so fair? |
Why do not words and kiss, and solemn pledge, And nature that is kind in woman's breast, And reason that in man is wise and good, And fear of Him who is a righteous Judge - Why do not these prevail for human life, To keep two hearts together, that be |
Wisdom is oft times nearer when we stoop than when we soar |
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. |
Wisdom married to immortal verse. |
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. |
With gentle hand Touch -- for there is a spirit in the woods. |
With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. |
Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health! |
Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs |
Written in Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man. |
Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up -- He felt with spirit so profound. |