I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too late to choose again

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.

Experiment has a stimulus which withers its fear.

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --

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

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.

The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.