Love is like life-merely longer.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

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

It was a quiet way - He asked if I was his - I made no answer of the tongue But answer of the eyes - And then He bore me on Before this mortal noise With swiftness, as of Chariots and distance, as of Wheels. This World did drop away As acres from the feet of one that leaneth from Balloon Upon an Ether Street. The Gulf behind was not, The Continents were new - Eternity was due. No Seasons were to us - It was not Night nor Morn - But Sunrise stopped upon the place And Fastened in Dawn.

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me

The power to console is not within corporeal reach - though its attempt is precious.