Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. |
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense - the starkest Madness |
My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Town Esteemed Me never rude Although to their Celestial Call I failed to make reply— My constant—reverential Face Sufficient Courtesy. |
My friends are my estate. |
My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me |
My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June -- and in it are my friends -- every one of them. |
Narcotics cannot still the tooth That Nibbles at the soul |
Nature is what we know - Yet have not art to say - So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity |
Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem. |
never let anyone let make you feel inferior without your consent |
Nods from the Gilded pointers --/ Nods from the Seconds slim --/ Decades of Arrogance between/ The Dial life --/ And Him -- |
Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door. |
Not to discover weakness is/ The Artifice of strength. |
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid -- as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God. |
Of course I prayed--and did God care? He cared as much as on the air A bird had stamped her foot And cried "Give me!" |