It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, where Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature. - Alice Meynell

Thou inmost, ultimate
Council of judgment, palace of decrees
Where the high senses hold their spiritual state, Sued by earth's embassies,
And sign, approve, accept, conceive, create.

Men in cities look upward not much more than animals, and these—except the dog when he bays the moon—look skyward not at all.

A poet of one mood in all my lays, Ranging all life to sing my only love, Like a west wind across the world I move,
Sweeping my harp of floods mine own wild way.