Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

The Vermont mountains stretch extended straight; New Hampshire mountains curl up in a coil.

The snake stood up for evil in the Garden.

Do you know, Considering the market, there are more Poems produced than any other thing? No wonder poets sometimes have to seem So much more businesslike than …

Stars and blossoming fruit-trees: utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity. [p.277]

I cannot but think that he who finds a certain proportion of pain and evil inseparably woven up in the life of the very worms, will bear his own share with mor…

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.