Just A Turn Of The Doorknob, And

A Narrow Fellow In The Grass Occasionally Rides

This World Is Not Conclusion. A Sequel Stands Beyond- Invisible, As Music- But Positive, As Sound.

I Stepped From Plank To Plank A Slow And Cautious Way

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

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.