human
Silence and passion, joy and peace, An everlasting wash of air-- ... Such life here, through such length of hours, Such miracles performed in play, Such primal naked forms of flowers, Such letting nature have her way While heaven looks from its towers;
gpt
and probe love's wound to the core. But the invisible barriers will not be put aside or transcended, and in the midst of that
human
there remain
gpt
All is blue again After last night's rain, And the South dries the hawthorn spray. Only, my love's away! I'd as lief that the blue were grey.