The Friend Anguish Reveals Is The Slowest

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, One Clover, And A Bee, And Revery. The Revery Alone Will Do, If Bees Are Few.

The Heart Asks Pleasure--first-- And Then--excuse From Pain

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

I Dwell In Possibility A Fairer House Than Prose More Numerous Of Windows Superior — For Doors.

Hope . . . Never Stops At All.