“Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.”

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

“The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth,--The sweeping up the heart,And putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity”

“The lovely flowersembarrass me.They make me regretI am not a bee...”

“After you went, a low wind warbled through the house like a spacious bird, making it high but lonely. When you had gone the love came. I supposed it would. The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone.”

“A great hope fellYou heard no noiseThe ruin was within.”

“I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.”