That Love Is All There Is, Is

How Strange That Nature Does Not Knock, And Yet Does Not Intrude!

Assent - And You Are Sane - Demur - And You're Straightaway Dangerous - And Handled With A Chain.

What Will The Solemn Hemlock- What Will The Oak Tree Say?

Look Back On Time With Kindly Eyes, He Doubtless Did His Best; How Softly Sinks His Trembling Sun In Human Nature's West!

I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet-/yet Confident They Run.