A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind--

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

If I can stop one heart from breaking…” Emily Dickinson If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

I must go in, the fog is rising.