Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.

Faultless to a fault.

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good Compensate bad in man, absolve him so: Life's business being just the terrible choice.

Go practise if you please With men and women: leave a child alone For Christ's particular love's sake!

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God a…

Nature loves to hide her secrets, and she does not suffer the hidden truth about the essential nature of the gods to be flung in naked words to the ears of the…

And God smiled again, And the rainbow appeared, And curled itself around his shoulder.