Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life's deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of the Night, That can soothe thee, or affright, - Be these henceforth thy theme. (excerpt from "Voices of the Night")

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them.

All things are symbols.