Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That

The Pedigree Of Honey Does Not Concern The Bee; A Clover, Any Time, To Him Is Aristocracy.

Fame Is A Bee It Has A Song - It Has A Sting - Ah, Too, It Has A Wing.

How Odd That Girl's Life Looks Behind This Soft Eclipse! I Think That Earth Seems So To Those In Heaven Now. This Being Comfort, Then That Other Kind Was Pain; But Why Compare? I'm Wife! Stop There!

Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Earth

The Service Without Hope Is Tenderest, I Think-- ... There Is No Diligence Like That That Knows Not An Until