Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.
Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Judge tenderly of me.
Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—