Rising from } frictions of youth's self with self,
Passion rubbed hard 'gainst Purpose, Heart 'gainst Brain.
[1874-5]
Tolerance like a Harbor lay
Smooth and shining and secure,
Where ships carrying every flag of faith were anchored in peace.
TO THE POLITICIANS
You are servants. Your thoughts are the thoughts of cooks curious to skim perquisites from every pan, your quarrels are the quarrels of scullions who fight for the privilege of cleaning the pot with most leavings in it, your committees sit upon the landings of backstairs, and your quarrels are the quarrels of kitchens.
[1878-9]
"The Earth?" quoth a Dandelion to my Oak, "what earth? where is any? I float, and find none!"