I Love Thee, As The Good Love

The Morrow Was A Bright September Morn; The Earth Was Beautiful As If Newborn; There Was Nameless Splendor Everywhere, That Wild Exhilaration In The Air, Which Makes The Passers In The City Street Congratulate Each Other As They Meet.

Ah, To Build, To Build! That Is The Noblest Of All The Arts.

One Half The World Must Sweat And Groan That The Other Half May Dream.

If Spring Came But Once A Century Instead Of Once A Year, Or Burst Forth With The Sound Of An Earthquake And Not In Silence, What Wonder And Expectation There Would Be In All The Hearts To Behold The Miraculous Change.

My Soul Is Full Of Longing For The Secret Of The Sea