All things come to those who wait.Collection: Patience
Nothing is right and nothing is just; We sow in ashes and reap in dust.Collection: Death
In green old gardens, hidden away From sight of revel and sound of strife, Here I have leisure to breathe and move, And to do my work in a nobler way; To sing my songs, and to say my say; To Dream my dreams, and to love my love; To hold my faith, and to live my life. Making the most of its shadowy day.Collection: Life
Here may I live what life I please, Married and buried out of sight, - Married to pleasure and buried to pain, - Hidden away amongst scenes like these, Under the fans of the chestnut trees; Living my child-life over again, With the further hope of a fallen delight, Blithe as the birds and wise as the bees.Collection: Life
Let me arise and open the gate, / to breathe the wild warm air of the heath.Collection: Air