"Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea – Past the Houses – Past the Headlands – Into deep Eternity –"

"I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an easier size."

"The only Balm for Woe Is Labor – and the Balm for Labor – Woe –"

"I taste a liquor never brewed — From Tankards scooped in Pearl — Not all the Vats upon the Rhine Yield such an Alcohol!"

"The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago – And now a Silver Cycle strides As analyzed by me –"