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

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

Friends are nations in themselves.

I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!

A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.

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