“On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting”
“Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.”
“HereI'm here-the snow falling.”
“Even in warmestglow how cold my shadow”
“Arise from sleep, old cat,And with great yawns and stretchings...Amble out for love”
“Hi! My little hutIs newly-thatched I see...Blue morning-glories”
“In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees...Strangers are like friends”