"How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell your name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!"

"The Frost of Death was on the Pane —"

"The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience."

"The Soul selects her own Society – Then – shuts the Door – To her divine Majority – Present no more –"

"The Wind – tapped like a tired Man – And like a Host – 'Come in' I boldly answered – entered then – My Residence within –"