Out through the fields and the woodsAnd over the walls I have wended;I have climbed the hills of viewAnd looked at the world and descended;I have come by the highway home,And lo, it is ended.The leave

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discoverThe gold-cups and daisies fair blooming there

TIme and again, however well we know the landscape of love,and the little church-yard with lamenting names,and the frightfully silent ravine wherein all the othersend: time and again we go out two tog

Big heart, wide as a watermelon, but wise as birth, there is so much abundance in the people I have: Max,