Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side— It joins—behind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity.

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

Wonder is not precisely knowing.

Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.

I never saw a meme; I never saw the sea.

Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.