O Aching Time! O Moments Big As

There Is An Old Saying "well Begun Is Half Done"-'tis A Bad One. I Would Use Instead-not Begun At All 'til Half Done.

Even Bees, The Little Almsmen Of Spring Bowers, Know There Is Richest Juice In Poison-flowers.

What Is More Gentle Than A Wind Is Summer?

How Beautiful, If Sorrow Had Not Made Sorrow More Beautiful Than Beauty's Self.

O For Ten Years, That I May Overwhelm / Myself In Poesy; So I May Do The Deed / That My Own Soul Has To Itself Decreed.