Day and night my thoughts incline To the blandishments of wine, Jars were made to drain, I think; Wine, I know, was made to drink.
Richard Henry Stoddard
Source: Wikipedia
We grow like flowers, and bear desire, the odor of the human flowers.
flower desire odor
Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost, Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.
summer children flower
wine night thinking
There is no death-the thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life, Which is itself an insufficient name, Faint recognition of that unknown life- That Power whose shadow is the Universe.
death names shadow
Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer.
wise children prayer
A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content, The rivers wove their charms, And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!
nature voice rivers
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