A Little Madness In The Spring Is

A Bayonet's Contrition Is Nothing To The Dead.

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.

Till I Loved I Never Lived.

A Dim Capacity For Wings Demeans The Dress I Wear.

Belshazzar Had A Letter,-- He Never Had But One; Belshazzar's Correspondence Concluded And Begun In That Immortal Copy The Conscience Of Us All Can Read Without Its Glasses On Revelation's Wall.