Much Madness is divinest Sense -- To a discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -- 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -- Assent -- and you are sane -- Demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- And handled with a Chain --

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

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

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

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.

Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -