A Poem Is Made Up

Say, What Other Metre Is It Than The Meeting Of The Eyes? Nature Poureth Into Nature Through The Channels Of That Feature Riding On The Ray Of Sight, Fleeter Far Than Whirlwinds Go, Or For Service, Or Delight, Hearts To Hearts Their Meaning Show.

There Is A Kind Of Latent Omniscience, Not Only In Every Man, But In Every Particle.

Tomorrow Is A New Day. You Shall Begin It Well And Serenely

The Good Husband Finds Method As Efficient In The Packing Of Fire-wood In A Shed, Or In The Harvesting Of Fruits In The Cellar, As In Peninsular Campaigns Or The Files Of The Department Of State.

A Poem, A Sentence, Causes Us To See Ourselves. I Be, And I See My Being, At The Same Time.