I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

Pain has an element of blank

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.

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

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