It Is Better To Be The Hammer

The Revery Alone Will Do If Bees Are Few.

Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn Indicative That Suns Go Down; The Notice To The Startled Grass That Darkness Is About To Pass.

In The Name Of The Bee And Of The Butterfly And Of The Breeze, Amen!

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

Somewhere In My Soul A Thought Went Up In My Mind Today That I Have Had Before, But Did Not Finish, Some Way Back, I Could Not Fix The Year. Nor Where It Went, Nor Why It Came The Second Time To Me, Nor Definetly What It Was, Have I The Art To Say. But Somewhere In My Soul, I Know I've Met The Thing Before; It Just Reminded Me-' Twas All'-and Came My Way No More.