The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

They say that “Time assuages” - Time never did assuage - An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with age - Time is a Test of Trouble - But not a Remedy - If such it prove, it prove too There was no Malady

I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

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

How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.