I wish I was what I have beenAnd what I was could beAs when I roved in shadows greenAnd loved my willow tree.
~ John Clare
Her thoughts are like the lotusAbloom by sacred streamsBeneath the temple archesWhere Quiet sits and dreams.
~ Sara Teasdale
The day is new and fair with good smells in the air.
~ Amy Lowell
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,And, thou away, the very birds are mute;Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheerThat leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
~ William Shakespeare
She turned away, but with the autumn weatherCompelled my imagination many days,Many days and many hours:Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
~ T. S. Eliot
Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
Ring-ting! I wish I were a Primrose,A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the Spring!
~ William Allingham