Quoth The Ocean, "dawn! O Fairest, Clearest,

A Healthful Hunger For A Great Idea Is The Beauty And Blessedness Of Life.

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 Miracle. Ay, Thou Thyself, Being In The World And Of The World, Thyself, Hast Breathed In Breath From Him That Made The World. Thou Art Thy Father's Copy Of Himself,-- Thou Art Thy Father's Miracle.

Children Bring Their Own Love With Them When They Come.

O Woman! Thou Wert Fashioned To Beguile: So Have All Sages Said, All Poets Sung.

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 Are Ill To Wait.