What I Aspired To Be And Was

What? Was Man Made A Wheel-work To Wind Up, And Be Discharged, And Straight Wound Up Anew? No! Grown, His Growth Lasts; Taught, He Ne'er Forgets: May Learn A Thousand Things, Not Twice The Same.

Open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It ‘italy.'

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.

What Joy Is Better Than The News Of Friends?

Where The Heart Lies, Let The Brain Lie Also.