“What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.”

Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.

A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

Habit rules the unreflecting herd.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.

Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.

And I am happy when I sing.

As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.

The world is filled with love-play, from animal lust to sublime compassion.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

With my kids, they’re told 75 times a day that they’re loved.

We love the things we love for what they are.

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

Our love is like a red, red rose and I am a little thorny.

No matter how many weapons you have, no matter how great your technology might be, the world cannot live without love.

Love is great, love is fine. Out the box, out of line. The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.