Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

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

I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means.

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

Forever is made up of nows.