Childhood Is The Kingdom Where

Love Is Not All; It Is Not Meat Nor Drink.

We Were So Wholly One I Had Not Thought That We Could Die Apart. I Had Not Thought That I Could Move,—and You Be Stiff And Still! That I Could Speak,—and You Perforce Be Dumb! I Think Our Heart-strings Were, Like Warp And Woof In Some Firm Fabric, Woven In And Out; Your Golden Filaments In Fair Design Across My Duller Fibre.

Evil Alone Has Oil For Every Wheel.

The World Stands Out On Either Side No Wider Than The Heart Is Wide; Above The World Is Stretched The Sky, No Higher Than The Soul Is High. The Heart Can Push The Sea And Land Farther Away On Either Hand; The Soul Can Split The Sky In Two, And Let The Face Of God Shine Through. But East And West Will Pinch The Heart That Can Not Keep Them Pushed Apart; And He Whose Soul Is Flat—the Sky Will Cave In On Him By And By.

And Reaching Up My Hand To Try, I Screamed To Feel It Touch The Sky.