Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain; Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock, and to….

Verse is a set of specially related sounds, repeated aloud..

If you want to be found stand where the seeker seeks..

O Trade, O Trade! Would thou wert dead!The time needs heart - 'tis tired of head..

As the woodpecker taps in a spiral quest From the root to the top of the tree, Then flies to another tree, So have I bored into life to find what ….

Virtues are acquired through endeavor, which rests wholly upon yourself..

Death lieth still in the way of life, Like as a stone in the way of a brook; I will sing against thee, Death, as the brook does, I will make thee int….

But Thee, but Thee, O sovereign Seer of time, But Thee, O poets' Poet, Wisdom's Tongue, But Thee, O man's best Man, O love's best Love, O perfect ….

The sun is a-wait at the ponderous gate of the West..

Into the woods, my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent, Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not b….

I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies, In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies..

Music is love in search of a word..

And yet shall Love himself be heard,Though long deferred, though long deferred:O'er the modern waste a dove hath whirred:Music is Love in search of a….

Let my name perish, -- the poetry is good poetry and the music is good music, and beauty dieth not, and the heart that needs it will find it..

If a man made himself an expert in any particular branch of human activity, there would result the strong tendency that a peculiar aptitude towards t….

Music means harmony, harmony means love. Love means God..

When I hear music, it seems to me that all the sins of my life pass slowly by me with veiled faces, lay their hands on my head, and say softly, "My c….

Gradually I find that my whole soul is merging itself into this business of writing, and especially of writing poetry. I am going to try it; and am g….

Chime out, thou little song of Spring, Float in the blue skies ravishing. Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring That's sweet, albeit fleeting. Float ….

Sweet Sometime, fly fast for me..

Look out, Death: I am coming.-Art thou not glad? what talks we'll have.-What memories of old battles.-Come, bring the bowl, Death; I am thirsty..