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.

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

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.

THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.

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