Hand Grasps At Hand, Eye Lights Eye

Wander At Will, Day After Day,-- Wander Away, Wandering Still-- Soul That Canst Soar! Body May Slumber: Body Shall Cumber Soul-flight No More.

Mid The Sharp, Short Emerald Wheat, Scarce Risen Three Fingers Well, The Wild Tulip At The End Of Its Tube, Blows Out Its Great Red Bell, Like A Thin Clear Bubble Of Blood, For The Children To Pick And Sell.

When Pain Ends, Gain Ends Too.

Since There My Past Life Lies, Why Alter It?

Never Brag, Never Bluster, Never Blush.