"The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged--though not dead.I know how the flowers felt."
"The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued."
"We ran as if to meet the moon."
"The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition."
"I always entertain great hopes."
"We love the things we love for what they are."