'tis Only When They Spring

What I Aspired To Be And Was Not, Comforts Me.

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.

Pippa's Song The Year's At The Spring The Day's At The Morn Morning's At Seven, The Hill Side's Dew-pearled The Lark's On The Wing The Snail's On The Thorn God's In His Heaven- All's Right With The World

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.