I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose.

I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.

The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.

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.

'Arcturus' is his other name- I'd rather call him 'Star.' It's very mean of Science To go and interfere!

We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.

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.