I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.

Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.

Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.

I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.

It is finished, is never said of us

To be alive──is Power.