Sudden A Thought Came Like A Full-blown

The Redbreast Whistles From A Garden-croft; And Gathering Swallows Twitter In The Skies.

Alas! When Passion Is Both Meek And Wild!

Let Us Open Our Leaves Like A Flower, And Be Passive And Receptive.

The Poetry Of Earth Is Never Dead When All The Birds Are Faint With The Hot Sun, And Hide I Cooling Trees, A Voice Will Run From Hedge To Hedge About The New-mown Mead.

Conversation Is Not A Search After Knowledge, But An Endeavor At Effect.