On Love:
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
On Life:
A face seen passing in a crowded street,
A voice heard singing music, large and free;
And from that moment life is changed, and we
Become of more heroic temper, meet
To freely ask and give, a man complete
Radiant because of faith, we dare to be
What Nature meant us.
(From: Hero-Worship)
It is folly to think that the will of a king
Can force men to make ducks and drakes of a thing
They value, and life is, at least one supposes,
Of some little interest, even if roses
Have not grown up between one foot and the other.
(From: A Ballad Of Footmen)
Life is what
Might best be conjured up by the word: ‘Hell’.
(From: The Cremona Violin)
The blue crest of the distant mountain, tops
The green crest of the hill on which I sit;
And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,
The very crown of nature’s changing year
When all her surging life is at its full.
(From: Summer)
The loss so great his life could never heal.
(From: Pickthorn Manor)
On Fear:
Surely the age of fear is gone.
(From: Sword Blades And Poppy Seed)