Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.
I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.
God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.
You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.
You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!