A sonnet is a moment's monument, -/ Memorial from the Soul's eternity/ To one dead deathless hour. |
I have been here before./ But when or how I cannot tell:/ I know the grass beyond the door,/ The sweet keen smell,/ The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. |
Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity. |
The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank |