“There's a certain slant of light,On winter afternoons,That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tunes.”

“There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands awayNor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears a Human soul.”

“People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.”

“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.”

“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth's superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind--”

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

“To see her is a picture—To hear her is a tune—To know her an IntemperanceAs innocent as June—To know her not—Affliction—To own her for a FriendA warmth as near as if the SunWere shining in your Hand.”