Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. Beauty is not caused. It is. A wounded deer leaps the highest. A word is dead when it is said. Some say. I say it just begins to live that day. If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell. Faith is the pierless bridge supporting what we see unto the scene that we do not. The Brain is wider than the sky. We turn not older with years, but newer every day. | 
