It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.

To be alive──is Power.

I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose.

It is finished, is never said of us

Wonder is not precisely knowing.

I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb