In the woods the bluebells seem Like a blue and magic dream, Blue water, light and air Flow among them there. But the eager girl who pulls Bluebells… - Eleanor Farjeon

It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can't see.

I want to be good...I try to be good, I do try, and to like everybody. But there are some people - some people I can't like, however much I try. I hate them - there!

He could not be captured, He could not be bought, His running was rhythm, His standing was thought; With one eye on sorrow And one eye on mirth, He galloped in heaven And gambolled on earth.<p> And only the poet With wings to his brain Can mount him and ride him Without any rein, The stallion of heaven, The steed of the skies, The horse of the singer Who sings as he flies.