My life closed twice before its close
How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.
The Heart is the Capital of the Mind— The Mind is a single State— The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent— One—is the Population— Numerous enough— This ecstatic Nation Seek—it is Yourself.
This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me
Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.
The friend anguish reveals is the slowest forgot.