The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.

Truth - is as old as God-.

Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.