Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.

This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.

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

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 —

You don't have to be a house to be haunted.