Among the various forms of science which are reaching and affecting…

Here’s a pot with a cot in a park In a park where the peach-blossoms blew, Where the lovers eloped in the dark, Lived, died and were changed into two Bright birds that eternally flew Through the boughs of the may, as they sang;

If indeed there be a god in heaven.

Politicians use statistics in the same way that a drunk uses lamp-posts—for support rather than illumination.

There’s a joy without canker or cark, There’s a pleasure eternally new, ’T is to gloat on the glaze and the mark Of china that’s ancient and blue.

They hear like ocean on a western beach The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.

The windy lights of Autumn flare; I watch the moonlit sails go by; I marvel how men toil and fare, The weary business that they play! Their voyaging is vanity, And fairy gold is all their gain,