A Man Does Not Plant A Tree

My Friend Is Not Perfect-no More Than I Am-and So We Suit Each Other Admirable.

In My Garden I Spend My Days, In My Library I Spend My Nights. My Interests Are Divided Between My Geraniums And My Books. With The Flower I Am In The Present; With The Book I Am In The Past.

The Pleased Sea On A White-breasted Shore-- A Shore That Wears On Her Alluring Brows Rare Shells, Far Brought, The Love-gifts Of The Sea, That Blushed A Tell-tale.

A Poem Round And Perfect As A Star.

In My Garden I Spend My Days; In My Library I Spend My Nights.