“Life has loveliness to sell, / Music like a curve of gold, / Scent of pine trees in the rain, / Eyes that love you, arms that hold, / And for your spirit's still delight, / Holy thoughts that star the night.” StillsEyeSpiritNightStarsTreeLove YouArmsHolyRainGoldSellsDelightScentCurvesLovelinessPine Trees Book:Love Songs Source: Love Songs
“I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.” LittlesStillsLostAirSweetPrideCaughtHillsStemModestToesCurvesBudSobbingCoolingTaperingGoldfinches Book:Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard Source: Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard