Truth must dazzle gradually, or every man be blind.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire ever can warm me I know *that* is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know *that* is poetry.
Heart! We will forget him! You and I -- tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave -- I will forget the light! When you have done, pray tell me That I may straight begin! Haste! lest while you're lagging I remember him!
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.
I must go in. The fog is rising.