That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

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

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

To see her is a picture- To hear her is a tune- To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June- To know her not-Affliction- To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the the Sun Were shining in your Hand.

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.

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

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!