Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.
Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.
Day by day and night by night we were together - all else has long been forgotten by me.
So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.
The past, the future, majesty, love - if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.