John Vance Cheney Quotes

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.

The message from the hedge-leaves, Heed it, whoso thou art; Under lowly eaves Lives the happy heart.

A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose.

Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour.

No command of art, No toil, can help you hear; Earth's minstrelsy falls clear But on the listening heart.

I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.

I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there.