Prayer is the little implement through which men reach; where presence is denied them.
His labour is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee's experience Of clovers and of noon!
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it
We'd never know how high we are till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size.
Faith is the pierless bridge supporting what we see unto the scene that we do not.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
To wait an Hour-is long- If Love be just beyond- To wait Eternity-is short- If Love reward the end
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
I tasted - careless - then - I did not know the Wine Came once a World - Did you? Oh, had you told me so - This Thirst would blister - easier - now
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.