The Things Of Which We Want The

My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close; It Yet Remains To See If Immortality Unveil A Third Event To Me, So Huge, So Hopeless To Conceive, As These That Twice Befell. Parting Is All We Know Of Heaven, And All We Need Of Hell.

You Ask Of My Companions. Hills, Sir, And The Sundown, And A Dog As Large As Myself.

The Pedigree Of Honey Does Not Concern The Bee; A Clover, Any Time, To Him Is Aristocracy.

I Dwell In Possibilities... A Fairer House Than Prose.

The Soul Selects Her Own Society.