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

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.

AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground.

The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.

I must go in, the fog is rising.

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .

I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.