Down Time’s quaint stream Without an oar, We are enforced to sail, Our Port — a secret — Our Perchance — a gale. What Skipper would Incur the risk, W… - Emily Dickinson

"The Overtakelessness of Those
Who have accomplished Death -
Majestic is to me beyond
The majesties of Earth -
The Soul her "Not at Home"
Inscribes upon the Flesh -
And takes a fine aerial gait
Beyond the Writ of Touch."

To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.

It dropped so low in my regard
I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
At bottom of my mind;

Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less
Than I reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.