Light, my light, the world-filling light,the eye-kissing light,heart-sweetening light!Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;the…
I touch God in my songas the hill touches the far-away seawith its waterfall.The butterfly counts not months but moments,and…
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-"We play from the time we wake till…
A Murmur in the Trees—to note—Not loud enough—for Wind—A Star—not far enough to seek—Nor near enough—to find—A long—long Yellow—on the…
A little Road—not made of Man—Enabled of the Eye—Accessible to Thill of Bee—Or Cart of Butterfly—If Town it have—beyond itself—'Tis…
A Lady red—amid the HillHer annual secret keeps!A Lady white, within the FieldIn placid Lily sleeps!The tidy Breezes, with their…