How Frugal Is The Chariot That Bears

The Spreading Wide My Narrow Hands / To Gather Paradise-.

To See The Summer Sky Is Poetry, Though Never In A Book It Lie— True Poems Flee—

At Least To Pray Is Left - Is Left Oh Jesus - In The Air - I Know Not Which Thy Chamber Is - I'm Knocking Everywhere.

We Outgrow Love Like Other Things And Put It In A Drawer, Till It An Antique Fashion Shows Like Costumes Grandsires Wore.

I Miss The Grasshoppers Much, But Suppose It Is All For The Best. I Should Become Too Much Attached To A Trotting World.