I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?

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

A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.

Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits -- It is a faded Meat -- Anger as soon as fed is dead -- 'Tis starving makes it fat

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