To see her is a picture- To hear her is a tune- To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June- To know her not-Affliction- To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the the Sun Were shining in your Hand.

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.

Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -

Hope is a thing with feathers

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.