All the world is full of inscape and chance left free to act falls into an order as well as purpose.

“InversnaidThis darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring do…”

“What I do is me, for that I came.”

“I bear a basket lined with grass;I am so light, I am so fair,That men must wond…”

“And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep…”