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

I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see thee better for the years That hunch themselves between, The miner’s lamp sufficient be To nullify the mine. And in the grave I see thee best— Its little panels be A-glow, all ruddy with the light I held so high for thee! What need of day to those whose dark Hath so surpassing sun, It seem it be continually At the meridian?

Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.

To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.

Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.

Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"?

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.