I can't be touched, I can't be felt I can't be seen, or heard, or smelt. I lie behind and betwixt the stars, Or hide within the depths of jars, I'm found under the hills, and all the empty holes I eagerly fill, I come early, I follow after, I end life, I kill laughter.

I have no engine, no sail, but give me a paddle and watch me prevail! What am I?

IN THE DARKNESS I AM A DREAM ABOUT A DARK HORSE

It’s a place where someone might go exploring Or where animals might spend winter snoring. Another meaning for it, is to yield, give in, or submit.

A thin slice of a tree, The bricks of a wasp's home. But of what use is it to me? Well, I can use it to write a tome.