Longing Is Like A Seed That Wrestles

Time Is Short And Full, Like An Outgrown Frock - .

The Friend Anguish Reveals Is The Slowest Forgot.

They Might Not Need Me; But They Might. I'll Let My Head Be Just In Sight; A Smile As Small As Mine Might Be Precisely Their Necessity.

A Dim Capacity For Wings Demeans The Dress I Wear.

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!