So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be! – Bryan Procter
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee! – Bryan Procter
There’s not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow’r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love. – Bryan Procter
All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim. – Bryan Procter
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, – as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream! – Bryan Procter
