To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

The Vermont mountains stretch extended straight; New Hampshire mountains curl up in a coil.

A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.