“So now I have sworn to buryAll this dead body of hateI feel so free and so clearBy the loss of that dead weight”

“So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.”

“So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.”

“Seal'd her minefrom her first sweet breathMine, and mine by right, from birth till deathMine, mine-our fathers have sworn.”

“I hold it truth, with him who singsTo one clear harp in divers tones,That men may rise on stepping-stonesOf their dead selves to higher things.”

“Maud in the light of her youth and her grace,Singing of Death, and of Honor that cannot die,Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean,And myself so languid and base.”

“So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry.”