When he was a crawler he left your feet to journey to the sofa and bring you a ball. When he was a toddler he left your side to jo...urney across the grass and bring you a leaf. When he was a pre-school child he left your yard to journey next door and bring you back a neighbor's doll. Now he will journey into school and bring you back a piece of his new world....His journeys are all outwards now, into that waiting world. But he feels the invisible and infinitely elastic threads that still guide him back to you. He returns to the base that is you, seeking rest and re-charging for each new leap into life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath, I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base,... And speed glum heroes up the line to death,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep searched with saucy looks;... Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Were I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above,... Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swain, Ascend to heaven in honour of my love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
'I have cap and bells,' he pondered, 'I will send them to her and die';... And when the morning whitened He left them where she went by.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »