Spend the glittering moonlight therePursuing down the soundless deepLimbs that gleam and shadowy hair,Or floating lazy, half-asleep.Dive and double and follow after,Snare in flowers, and kiss, and call,With lips that fade, and human laughterAnd faces...

Stands the Church clock at ten to three?And is there honey still for tea?

The HillBreathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, “Through glory and ecstasy we pass;Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still,When we...

Ah God! to see the branches stirAcross the moon at Grantchester!To smell the thrilling-sweet and rottenUnforgettable, unforgottenRiver-smell, and hear the breeze Sobbing in the little trees.Say, do the elm-clumps greatly standStill guardians of that holy...

My night shall be remembered for a starThat outshone all the suns of all men’s days

Stands the clock at ten to three?And is there honey still for tea?

…in that rich earth a richer dust concealed.(I’m flogging a dead horse w/ this one but this is the 1st time I’ve even seen this quotes feature! I just wanted to post something.)