The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.

Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

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

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity Nor had I time to love: but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.