"The Heart asks Pleasure – first – And then – Excuse from Pain – And then – the little Toil of Love – And then – an eager Vain –"

"I taste a liquor never brewed — From Tankards scooped in Pearl — Not all the Vats upon the Rhine Yield such an Alcohol!"

"My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun – In Corners – till a Day The Owner passed – identified – And carried Me away –"

"The only Barrier to Thought is Sleep."

"The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care."