Wings I saw springing from fair women's shoulders, and from beneath rubble I've seen butterflies flutter.

I come from all places and to all places I go: I am art among the arts and mountain among mountains. I know the strange names of flowers and herbs and of fatal…

Once I reveled in a destiny like no other joy I'd known: when the warden - reading my death sentence - wept.

Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crece la palma Y antes de morirme quiero Echar mis versos del alma.

'Hope' is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - i…

The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearl'd; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in Hi…

There never was night that had no morn.