God, Keep Me From What They Call

A Clock Stopped-- Not The Mantel's-- Geneva's Farthest Skill Can't Put The Puppet Bowing-- That Just Now Dangled Still

My Friends Are My Estate.

Affection Is Like Bread, Unnoticed Till We Starve, And Then We Dream Of It, And Sing Of It, And Paint It, When Every Urchin In The Street Has More Than He Can Eat.

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

Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.