Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.

Time can make soft that iron wood.

The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That can not keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat—the sky Will cave in on him by and by.

Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.

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.

This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way.

Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.