In My Garden, Care Stops At The

The World Is Not So Much In Need Of New Thoughts As That When Thought Grows Old And Worn With Usage It Should, Like Current Coin, Be Called In, And, From The Mint Of Genius, Reissued Fresh And New.

The Only Thing A Man Knows Is Himself.

My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

A Poem Round And Perfect As A Star.

How Deeply Seated In The Human Heart Is The Liking For Gardens And Gardening.