My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.

And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.

But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.

She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.