Bring me the sunset in a cup.
We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you’re lagging, I may remember him!
How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.
I imagine therefore I belong and am free.
Hope is a thing with feathers