Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems

All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.

Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy.

That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.

I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough, To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment—what is this, then? I do not ask any more delight—I swim in it, as in a sea.

storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.