Every Wish Is Like A Prayer--with God.

The Flower-girl's Prayer To Buy Roses And Pinks, Held Out In The Smoke, Like Stars By Day.

I Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach.

With What Cracked Pitchers Go We To Deep Wells In This World!

Many A Fervid Man Writes Books As Cold And Flat As Graveyard Stones.

A Grave, On Which To Rest From Singing?