And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a man that’s a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind? Yet women’s ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,— And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?

Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year My soul is all but out of me-let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.