The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

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

Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.

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.

... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.