Enough is so vast a sweetness I suppose it never occurs.

Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

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

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.