Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -

Hope is a thing with feathers

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.

MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!

We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.

A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.