Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.

Change his mind. Tell him you're sorry you grilled his shorts." That you're sorry you've got ice running through your veins .

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.

The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart.

The heart never takes the place of the head: but it can, and should, obey it.

It is the logic of our times,
No subject for immortal verse-
That we who lived by honest dreams
Defend the bad against the worse.