Pain has an element of blank

Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...

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

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.

The friend anguish reveals is the slowest forgot.

My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. They tell me those who were poor early have different views of gold. I don't know how that is. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him.

Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.