American Poetry Quotes

The earth laughs in flowers.

Not truth, but faith, it is that keeps the world alive.

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.

I KNEW her for a little ghost 
That in my garden walked; 
The wall is high—higher than most—     
And the green gate was locked.   
And yet I did not think of that             
Till after she was gone— 
I knew her by the broad white hat,     
All ruffled, she had on.   
By the dear ruffles round her feet,     
By her small hands that hung         
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,     
Her gown’s white folds among.   
I watched to see if she would stay,     
What she would do—and oh! 

She looked as if she liked the way
I let my garden grow!   
She bent above my favourite mint     
With conscious garden grace, 
She smiled and smiled—there was no hint     
Of sadness in her face.           
She held her gown on either side     
To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,     
The way great ladies go.   

And where the wall is built in new        

    And is of ivy bare 
She paused—then opened and passed through     
A gate that once was there.