“Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.”

“Night falls fast.Today is in the past.Blown from the dark hill hither to my doorThree flakes, then fourArrive, then many more.”

“Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass,This life can be.Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautifulBecause common, beautiful because beautiful,Noble because common, because free.”

“Night falls fast. Today is in the past.”

“I would I were alive againTo kiss the fingers of the rain,To drink into my eyes the shineOf every slanting silver line,To catch the freshened, fragrant breezeFrom drenched and dripping apple-trees.For soon the shower will be done,And then the broad face of the sunWill laugh above the rain-soaked earthUntil the world with answering mirthShakes joyously, and each round dropRolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.”

“But the roaring of the fire,And the warmth of fur,And the boiling of the kettleWere beautiful to her!”

“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”