Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too.
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.
Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved the site of it by architect could not again be proved.
Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God's residence is next to min, His furniture is love.
Heaven is what I cannot reach
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all.
Hope is the thing with feathers
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away
I dwell in Possibility -- A fairer House than Prose -- More numerous of Windows -- Superior --for Doors --.
The Possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination
My life closed twice before its close It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me
That it shall never come again is what makes life so sweet
I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true -- men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe --
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.
Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see -- but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
I dwell in Possibility.
His Labor is a Chant -- his Idleness -- a Tune -- oh, for a Bee's experience of Clovers, and of Noon
Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved -- the site of it by architect could not again be proved.
The fog is rising.
Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife, underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit -- Life
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid -- as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.
I'm nobody, who are you
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.