“Ah, drink againThis river that is the taker-away of pain,And the giver-back of beauty!In these cool wavesWhat can be lost?--Only the sorry costOf the lovely thing, ah, never the thing itself!The level flood that lavesThe hot browAnd the stiff shoulderIs at our temples now.Gone is the fever,But not into the river;Melted the frozen pride,But the tranquil tideRuns never the warmer for this,Never the colder.Immerse the dream.Drench the kiss.Dip the song in the stream.”

“My candle burns at both ends;It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—It gives a lovely light!”

“Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.”

“Degraded bird, I give you back your eyes forever, ascend now whither you are tossed;Forsake this wrist, forsake this rhyme;Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost,But climb.”

“Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would noteIn me a beauty that was never mine,How first you knew me in a book I wrote,How first you loved me for a written line....”

“Ah, I could lay me down in this long grassAnd close my eyes, and let the quiet windBlow over me”

“But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach,And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling,The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake,Broad field, bright flower, and the long white roadA gateless garden, and an open path:My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.”