Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, if I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.

Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.

I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.