The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

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

Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.

I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

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

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.

Pain has an element of blank