Assent - And You Are Sane -

A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were, The Nuts Are Getting Brown; The Berry's Cheek Is Plumper, The Rose Is Out Of Town. The Maple Wears A Gayer Scarf, The Field A Scarlet Gown. Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.

Portrait The World Spreads Out On Either Side No Farther Than The Heart Is Wide.

I Hope Your Rambles Have Been Sweet, And Your Reveries Spacious