The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives; Over and over To the lowly clover He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too). He will be lisping and pledging to you. John Vance Cheney More Quotes by John Vance Cheney More Quotes From John Vance Cheney The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. John Vance Cheney heartbroken breakup spiritual The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. [So when you are crying remember also to anticipate and look for the rainbow.] John Vance Cheney rainbow eye soul I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams. John Vance Cheney tents dream beauty The message from the hedge-leaves, Heed it, whoso thou art; Under lowly eaves Lives the happy heart. John Vance Cheney messages happiness art The happiest heart that ever beat Was in some quiet breast That found the common daylight sweet, And left to Heaven the rest. John Vance Cheney heart sweet happiness I question not if thrushes sing, John Vance Cheney june summer heart If so men's memories not a monument be, John Vance Cheney heart memories lying Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour. John Vance Cheney weed nice flower A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose. John Vance Cheney autumn weed summer No command of art, John Vance Cheney listening art fall
