The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
Pain has an element of blank
Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -
I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose.
The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity Nor had I time to love: but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.