Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy... - Robert Frost

"For dear me, why abandon a beliefMerely because it ceases to be true"

"The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged--though not dead.I know how the flowers felt."

"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me."

"The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued."

"We love the things we love for what they are."