“When to me youleap and I’m born we‘re sunlight ofoneness.”

“Lovers alone wear sunlight.”

“...sunlight is(life and day are)only loaned:whereasnight is given(night and death and the rainare given;and given is how beautifully snow)”

“our can'ts were born to happenour mosts have died in more”

“Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”

“in time of daffodils(who knowthe goal of living is to grow)forgetting why,remember howin time of lilacs who proclaimthe aim of waking is to dream,remember so(forgetting seem)in time of roses(who amazeour now and here with paradise)forgetting if,remember yesin time of all sweet things beyondwhatever mind may comprehend,remember seek(forgetting find)and in a mystery to be(when time from time shall set us free)forgetting me,remember me”

“somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyondany experience, your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look easily will unclose methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first roseor if your wish be to close me, i andmy life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,as when the heart of this flower imaginesthe snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing which we are to perceive in this world equalsthe power of your intense fragility: whose texturecompels me with the colour of its countries,rendering death and forever with each breathing(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens; only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”