We Dance Round In A Ring And

Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos Storm, / I Wait For Form.

'warm In December, Cold In June, You Say?' I Don't Suppose The Water's Changed At All. You And I Know Enough To Know It's Warm Compared With Cold, And Cold Compared With Warm. But All The Fun's In How You Say A Thing.

Now Close The Windows And Hush All The Fields: If The Trees Must, Let Them Silently Toss.

The Way A Crow Shook Down On Me The Dust Of Snow From A Hemlock Tree Has Given My Heart A Change Of Mood And Saved Some Part Of A Day I Had Rued.

As It Is More Blessed To Receive, So It Must Be More Blessed To Receive Than To Give Back.