What fortitude the Soul contains, / That it can so endure / The accent of a coming Foot-- / The opening of a Door.

The Soul selects her own Society.

THE soul should always stand ajar,
That if the heaven inquire,
He will not be obliged to wait,
Or shy of troubling her.

Depart, before the host has slid
The bolt upon the door,
To seek for the accomplished guest, --
Her visitor no more.

Narcotics cannot still the toothThat Nibbles at the soul

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

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.