We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere.

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.