Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven

A Dominie In Gray-- Put Gently Up The Evening Bars-- And Led The Flock Away

To Live Is So Startling It Leaves Little Time For Anything Else.

What Soft--cherubic Creatures-- These Gentlewomen Are-- One Would As Soon Assault A Plush-- Or Violate A Star

I Have An Appetite For Silence.

Here Is A Little Forest Whose Leaf Is Ever Green; Here Is A Brighter Garden, Where Not A Frost Has Been; In Its Unfading Flowers I Hear The Bright Bee Hum; Prithee, My Brother, Into My Garden Come!