I am certain of nothing"
but the holiness of the Heart's affections
"and the truth of the Imagination
“Touch has a memory”
“The poetry of the earth is never dead”
:Life is but a day"
A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way
"From a tree's summit
“I want a brighter word than bright”
A few times every century, a great natural beauty is born. I am not one of them. But what nature skipped I supplied__ so much so that sometimes I cannot remember what is real and what is fake. More important, neither can anyone else