Sorrow And Silence Are Strong,

What Discord We Should Bring Into The Universe If Our Prayers Were All Answered. Then We Should Govern The World And Not God. And Do You Think We Should Govern It Better? It Gives Me Only Pain When I Hear The Long, Wearisome Petitions Of People Asking For They Know Not What. . . . Thanks-giving With A Full Heart-and The Rest Silence And Submission To The Divine Will!

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall.

There Is A Reaper, Whose Name Is Death, And, With His Sickle Keen, He Reaps The Bearded Grain At A Breath, And The Flowers That Grow Between.

I Like That Ancient Saxon Phrase, Which Calls, The Burial-ground God's-acre.

I Shot An Arrow Into The Air, It Fell To Earth, I Knew Not Where.