I Took One Draught Of Life -

We Both Believe, And Disbelieve A Hundred Times An Hour, Which Keeps Believing Nimble.

Portraits Are To Daily Faces As An Evening West To A Fine, Pedantic Sunshine In A Satin Vest.

We Do Not Play On Graves— Because There Isn't Room— Besides—it Isn't Even—it Slants And People Come— And Put A Flower On It— And Hang Their Faces So— We're Fearing That Their Hearts Will Drop— And Crush Our Pretty Play— And So We Move As Far As Enemies—away— Just Looking Round To See How Far It Is—occasionally—

Not 'revelation'-'tis That Waits/ But Our Unfurnished Eyes

Friends Are Nations In Themselves.