Children Bring Their Own Love With Them

Youth! Youth! How Buoyant Are Thy Hopes! They Turn, Like Marigolds, Toward The Sunny Side.

And The Guelder Rose In A Great Stillness Dropped, And Ever Dropped, Her Wealth About Her Feet.

Reign, And Keep Life In This Our Deep Desireour Only Greatness Is That We Aspire.

The Moon Looks Upon Many Night Flowers; The Night Flowers See But One Moon.

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.