Children bring their own love with them when they come..

Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land..

And the guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped, Her wealth about her feet..

When our thoughts are born, Though they be good and humble, one should mind How they are reared, or some will go astray And shame their mother..

What change has made the pastures sweet And reached the daisies at my feet, And cloud that wears a golden hem? This lovely world, the hills, the swar….

I am athirst for God, the living God..

And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain..

And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way..

I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.

O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!.

Work is its own best earthly meed, Else have we none more than the sea-born throng Who wrought those marvellous isles that bloom afar..

How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored..

Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Behold, "There is a God," thou sayest. Thou sayest well: In that thou sayest all. To Be ….

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries..

I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things ar….

O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile: So have all sages said, all poets sung..

How short our happy days appear! How long the sorrowful!.

The moon is bleached as white as wool, And just dropping under; Every star is gone but three, And they hang far asunder,-- There's a sea-ghost all in….

Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for ….

You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?.

What is thy thought? There is no miracle? There is a great one, which thou hast not read, And never shalt escape. Thyself, O man, Thou art the miracl….