Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.

Pain has an element of blank

Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.