Of 'shunning Men and Women' â€” they talk of Hallowed things, aloud â€” and embarrass my Dog â€” He and I dont object to them, if they'll exist their side. I think Carlo would please you â€” He is dumb, and brave â€” I think you would like the Chestnut Tree, I met in my walk. It hit my notice suddenly â€” and I thought the Skies were in Blossom â€”
Softened by Time's consummate plush, how sleek the woe appears that threatened childhood's citadel and undermined the years! Bisected now by bleaker griefs, we envy the despair that devastated childhood's realm, so easy to repair.
This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies, and Lads and Girls; was laughter and ability and sighing, and frocks and curls. This passive place a Summer's nimble mansion, where Bloom and Bees fulfilled their Oriental Circuit, then ceased like these.
Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.
Whose fingers string the stalactite- who counts the Wampum of the night.
Lad of Athens, faithful be to thyself, and Mystery - all the rest is Perjury.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Unto my Books-so good to turn-Far ends of tired Days-It half endears the Abstinence-And Pain-is missed-in Praise-As Flavors-cheer Retarded Guests with Banquettings to be-so Spices-stimulate the time till my small Library-It may be Wilderness-without-Far feet of failing Men-But Holiday-excludes the night-And it is Bells-within-I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf-Their Countenances Kid Enamor-in Prospective-And satisfy-obtained-
Much Madness is divinest Sense -- To a discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -- 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -- Assent -- and you are sane -- Demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- And handled with a Chain --
One need not be a chamber to be haunted; one need not be a house; the brain has corridors surpassing material place.