To See The Summer Sky Is Poetry,

I Imagine Therefore I Belong And Am Free.

The Service Without Hope Is Tenderest, I Think-- ... There Is No Diligence Like That That Knows Not An Until

Grant Me, O Lord, A Sunny Mind-thy Windy Will To Bear!

The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours Only Inaudibleness.

A Little Madness In The Spring Is Wholesome Even For The King.