A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word

How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.

You are out of the way of temptation and out of the way of the tempter - I didn't mean to make you wicked - but I was - and am - and shall be - and I was with you so much that I couldn't help contaminate.

She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.

I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf