O chestnut-tree$$$ great-rooted blossomer$$$<br>Are you the leaf$$$ the blossom or the bole?<br>O body swayed to music$$$ O brightening glance$$$<br>How can we know the dancer from the dance?

How far away the stars seem$$$ and how far<br>Is our first kiss$$$ and ah$$$ how old my heart!

The Light of lights looks always on the motive$$$ not the deed<br>The Shadow of Shadows looks on the deed alone.

Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps$$$ by all those that still live.

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate$$$ those that I guard I do not love.

A mermaid found a swimming lad$$$ <br>Picked him up for her own$$$<br>Pressed her body to his body$$$<br>Laughed; and plunging down<br>Forgot in cruel happiness<br>That even lovers drown.

You can't hate the roots of a tree and not hate the tree.

Si monumentum requiris circumspice(If you seek his monument$$$ look around.)[Epitaph on Wren's tomb in St. Paul's Cathedral]

And thanks to all those science projects$$$ I acquired a central ability that was to help me through my entire career: patience.

Now$$$ in this blank of things$$$ a harmony$$$<br>Home-felt$$$ and home-created$$$comes to heal<br>That grief for which the senses still supply <br>Fresh food; for only then$$$ when memory<br>Is hushed$$$ am I at rest. My Friends! restrain those busy cares that would allay my pain;<br>Oh! Leave me to myself$$$ nor let me feel<br>The officious touch that makes me droop again.