A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.
My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word
To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.
Forever is comprised of nows.
The power to console is not within corporeal reach - though its attempt is precious.