The loss of these tastes [for poetry and music] is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature.

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once a week.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

The way a crow Shook down on me. The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood. And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

Poetry should be common in experience but uncommon in books.