You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!

Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.

The pioneers and missionaries of religion have been the real cause of more trouble and war than all other classes of mankind.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

It is more than probable that I am not understood; but I fear, indeed, that it is in no manner possible to convey to the mind of the merely general reader, an adequate idea of that nervous intensity of interest with which, in my case, the powers of meditation (not to speak technically) busied and buried themselves, in the contemplation of even the most ordinary objects of the universe.

We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.