I Dwell In Possibilities .

All Things Do Go A-courting, In Earth, Or Sea, Or Air, God Hath Made Nothing Single But Thee In His World So Fair.

In This Short Life That Only Lasts Ah Hour How Much-how Little-is Within Our Power.

I Took One Draught Of Life - I'll Tell You What I Paid - Precisely An Existence - The Market Price, They Said.

That It Will Never Come Again Is What Makes Life Sweet.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul - And Sings The Tunes Without The Words - And Never Stops At All.