I announce the great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste, affectionate, compassionate, fully armed; I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement, spiritual, bold, And I announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet its translation.

Perhaps the efforts of the true poets, founders, religions, literatures, all ages, have been, and ever will be, our time and times to come, essentially the same - to bring people back from their present strayings and sickly abstractions, to the costless, average, divine, original concrete.

Youth, large, lusty, loving -- Youth, full of grace, force, fascination. Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?

I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.

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

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.