On a blue island in a sky-wide water The wild orange trees continued to bloom and to bear, Long after the planter's death.

The partaker partakes of that which changes him. The child that touches takes character from the thing, The body, it touches. The captain and his men Are one a…

An unaffected man in a negative light Could not have borne his labor nor have died Sighing that he should leave the banjo's twang.

In solitude the trumpets of solitude Are not of another solitude resounding; A little string speaks for a crowd of voices.

The world's great day is growing late, Yet strange these fields that we have planted So long with crops of love and hate.

I like to think how easily Nature will absorb London as she absorbed the mastodon, setting her spiders to spin the winding-sheet and her worms to fill in the g…

If I am to be remembered, I hope it will not be primarily for my specialized scientific work, but as a generalist; one to whom, enlarging Terence's words, noth…