John Vance Cheney Quotes
The happiest heart that ever beat Was in some quiet breast That found the common daylight sweet, And left to Heaven the rest.
I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.
Holding occasion by the hand,
Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower,
Waiving what none can understand,
I make mine hour.
No command of art,
No toil, can help you hear;
Earth's minstrelsy falls clear
But on the listening heart.
The message from the hedge-leaves,
Heed it, whoso thou art;
Under lowly eaves
Lives the happy heart.
I pour into the world the eternal streams
Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.
A breath, whence no man knows,
Swaying the grating weeds, it blows;
It comes, it grieves, it goes.
Once it rocked the summer rose.
We look through gloom and storm-drift
Beyond the years:
The soul would have no rainbow
Hard the eyes no tears.
The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives; Over and over To the lowly clover He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too). He will be lisping and pledging to you.
The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves,
Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives;
Over and over
To the lowly clover
He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too).
He will be lisping and pledging to you.