Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

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.

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

Forever is comprised of nows.

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night