I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.

It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.

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

The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes — The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs — The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round — Of Ground, or Air, or Ought — A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone — This is the Hour of Lead — Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow — First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —

The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.

To die before one fears to die may be a boon.