Remorse Is Memory Awake.

We Outgrow Love Like Other Things And Put It In A Drawer, Till It An Antique Fashion Shows Like Costumes Grandsires Wore.

I Miss The Grasshoppers Much, But Suppose It Is All For The Best. I Should Become Too Much Attached To A Trotting World.

To See The Summer Sky Is Poetry, Though Never In A Book It Lie— True Poems Flee—

The Power To Console Is Not Within Corporeal Reach - Though Its Attempt Is Precious.

To Be Alive Is Power; Existence In Itself; Without A Further Function; Omnipotence.