I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

A letter always feels to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me- The Carriage held but just Ourselves- And Immortality.

Hope is a thing with feathers, That perches in the soul.

Luck is not chance- It's Toil- Fortune's expensive smile Is earned-.

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before, But sequence raveled out of reach Like balls upon a floor.

Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. 'Tis the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur,-you're straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain.

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed.