I saw the best minds of my generation
In death’s dream kingdom
Hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
Among ancestral voices prophesying war.

it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known

Who’s that rapping at my chamber door?
A damsel with a dulcimer in a vision once I saw.
A rare and radiant maiden whom the angels call ‘Lenore’.
Only this and nothing more.

Nothing will come of nothing, speak again!

The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
for a whale-ship was my Yale College and my Harvard.
Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes,
So we beat on, boats against the current.

No man is an Iland, intire in it selfe

There were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs
A wilderness of sweets.

yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.