Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -

It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb

Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.