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

It is finished, is never said of us

I was almost persuaded to be a Christian. I thought I never again could be thoughtless and worldly. But I soon forgot my morning prayer or else it was irksome to me. One by one my old habits returned and I cared less for religion than ever.

The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?

... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.

You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!

Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.