For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

All Life needs for life is possible to will.

Tis not your work, but Love's. Love, unperceived, A more ideal Artist he than all, Came, drew your pencil from you, made those eyes Darker than the darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March.

I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!